Page 136 of Fierce-Jax

Not when it was because you were loved.

Being able to express those feelings was one of the most powerful traits a man could have.

“I want you to always feel safe with me, Dillion. I mean that. Mentally and physically. I want you to know I’ll always be there for you even if I’m pissed.”

She laughed. “Great. Now stop talking and be there for me. Give me the strength for later.”

He squinted one eye at her. “Really?”

“Fine,” she said, wiggling out of his arms and sliding under the covers. “I’ll take care of it myself just like I’ve been doing.”

Since Jax’s dick was already hard she was positive he’d been playing with her.

Which was fine because now she was doing that to him.

She yanked his underwear down his legs and he was kicking it off while she bent over him, opened her mouth, and took him in all the way.

He let out a moan and she smiled, then sucked.

“I’m supposed to be comforting you,” he said after another moan escaped.

She looked up and grinned. “This is working too. Maybe I like knowing I can do it to you.”

Her hand was jerking him off, the full length of him from bottom to top, wet from her mouth, her eyes on his.

She did it faster and his eyes rolled back and closed, a soft grin on his lips.

There was a feeling of power knowing she could have this effect on him.

She dropped her mouth down again to cover him, but he only let her do it for another few passes before she squealed as she was lifted under her arms and found herself close to his face.

“Finish the job this way,” he said. “Because there is nothing I love more than watching you come while I’m in you.”

She adjusted herself, dropped on top of him, and let out a sigh, her eyes closing.

“It feels so good,” she said, moving up and down, riding him slowly.

He always let her set the pace when she was on top.

“Open your eyes, Dillion,” he said. “Let me watch you.”

She did as he said, his brown eyes the color of whiskey staring into hers.

“This is sexy,” she said. “Why haven’t we done it before?”

“I do it all the time,” he said. “You don’t pay attention. You always shut them at the end. This time you won’t. I want to see what color yours end up when you’re opening yourself to me.”

Her eyes always changed colors. “What color are they now?”

“A cloudy blue,” he said. “Touches of gray in them. Like a storm building.”

“It feels as if that is happening inside of me,” she said as she kept moving up and down.

She loved to almost have him out completely, then drop back down quickly and deeply.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “Get closer.”

“I want you to touch me,” she said. “I shouldn’t have to do all the work.”

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