Page 87 of Axe-ing for Trouble
Smiling, he pulled out of me and stepped back, admiring my naked body laid out on the bed.
I writhed, needy and deprived of his touch. Finally, he clutched my ankles and dragged me to the edge.
“Is this okay?”
I nodded, clawing at his biceps, desperate for him to be inside me again.
He threw my legs over his shoulders, and in one mildly rough move, he pushed inside me. I was completely at his mercy, spread out beneath him while he owned my body. He was thrusting so deep I could feel him everywhere. It was electrifying. Normally, I hated losing control. I wasn’t the kind to submit. But Jude took such care of me, making it second nature to let him own my body like this.
“God, you’re gripping me so tight.”
Each thrust sent me spiraling further. He bottomed out over and over again. I’d never felt so full and content.
“I need you to come, Trouble.”
With my good hand, I pinched my nipple, and as if we’d choreographed it, he hit that perfect spot inside me. I cried out, my back arching and my inner walls tightening around him.
“Touch yourself. Rub that pretty little clit for me.”
“I—” My breath caught. I’d always needed a little extra attention down there to finish, but touch myself while he had me like this?
It was out of my comfort zone.
“Yes. I want to watch,” he growled, thrusting hard enough to hike my body an inch or two up the mattress.
Laid out under this sexy lumberjack like this was not the time to be shy, so keeping my eyes locked with his, I licked my index finger and slid my hand between us to where we were joined.
I brushed his shaft as he pulled back and thrust in again, eliciting a moan from him, then got to work lazily rubbing circles around my clit.
“Fuck, you grip my dick so perfectly,” he said, thrusting even faster.
The heady sensation built, coiling and growing, his words only kicking me into a higher gear. “Watching you play with your pussy is so hot.”
Eyes closed,I gave in to the pleasure, focusing on the way his thick cock dragged perfectly against my inner walls.
Awash with more desire than I’d ever known, I clenched around him.
“Eyes open,” he growled. “Look at me when you come on my cock.”
His eyes were molten, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held my thighs up and drove into me. The vision sent a tingling sensation through me, driving me over the edge.
I cried out as I clenched around him, my orgasm barreling through me. Full and stretched, at his mercy, I was lost. I screamed and convulsed as he pistoned into me wildly, chasing his own release.
His cock surged inside me, only amplifying the pleasure and leaving me a shaking mess.
With a groan, he collapsed, keeping his weight on my good side.
“Fuck.” He rained kisses over my collarbones. “That was incredible.”
I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his warm body and the exhausted sexual satisfaction only Jude could deliver.
It had never been this good. The connection, the emotions, the intensity.
There was no doubt in my mind that this man was thoroughly ruining me.
Chapter29
Mila
