Page 68 of The Last Second Chance
“I’m not a sweet and slow kinda girl, Jax,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to trace his lower lip. She reached for him and he stopped her.
“I need you to be sure,” he said, squeezing her wrist a little too hard. “Be sure about all of this.”
“Haven’t I made myself clear?” Joey gripped his aching shaft in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. “I guess I need to learn to communicate better.”
“Fuck.”
Jax took her to the ground with no finesse and more than a little violence. He covered her with his body, reveling in the feel of her under him. His cock was nestled between her legs, her breasts crushed against his chest.
He held her chin in place and ravaged her mouth as he felt the wet heat from her core tease the head of his cock.
He broke free from her lips and sent his mouth cruising lower where his hot breath taunted a hard nipple until it budded. He leaned in and took the sensitive peak into his mouth.
Joey groaned and arched against him. He lathed the nub with his tongue before starting to suck. She gasped, but he wanted more. He wanted her begging.
He brought a hand to the juncture of her thighs and as his tongue flicked at her breast, he slid a finger into her heat. It was more than a gasp. It was something close to a scream.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Waffles curl up in the corner of the room facing away from them.Nice, a dog with privacy settings.
He returned his attention to Joey’s other breast, giving it the same treatment. A rough lap of the tongue before closing over it to suckle deeply.
“Jax,” she gasped his name, as he entered her with another finger.
The taste of her alone was enough to drive a man mad, but his name on her lips was hypnotic.
“I can’t come yet!” She wriggled backward out of his arms.
“Yes, you can, baby,” he said with a wicked smile. She scooted back on the rug, but his fingers closed over her ankle, pulling her back. He leaned down between her open thighs and placed a hard kiss between her legs. Her thighs tried to close on him, but he was faster. And so was his mouth. His tongue blazed a trail to the swollen nub and back to her wet center. He felt her arching into him, desperate to be closer.
His fingers sank into her wet flesh.
“Jax!” It wasn’t begging, it was a warning that had him stroking her slick folds faster. He took no prisoners in this pleasure war game. He didn’t slow when he felt her start to quicken around him. When those beautiful muscles closed on his fingers. He licked and stroked and teased her through every tremor of her release until she lay like water beneath him.
“Told ya,” he teased.
The slap she delivered to his face had no real heat to it. Just enough sting to make him forget about the control he’d so carefully conserved. Taking advantage of her weakened state, he gripped her hips and yanked her down so he was looming over her. Jax anchored her hands over her head in the plush rug. The crown of his cock stroked against her folds, stopping just shy of the entrance to heaven. “One more time, Jojo. Be sure.”
Eyes closed, she brought her knees up higher, let them fall open.
He shook her once and she opened her eyes. “Are you sure?” He was already sweating with the effort to hold back. The sensation of her wet lips around the head of his shaft had him seeing spots dance in his vision.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Do you want me to put on a condom?”
“Do you have one?” she asked.
Shit.“Not with me.” He gritted his teeth with the effort of denying his baser instincts to drive into her, consequences be damned.
“But you’d go get one if I told you to?”
His cock twitched against her and she wiggled under him. “Of course.”
She grinned. “I’m on birth control.”
“So we’re good?”
She fought against his grip on her hands. “I swear to God, I’m going to kick your ass for this build-up. Yes, we’re good!”
