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Quickly, he pulls me back and then forces me to bend forward. He pulls both my arms behind me then holds them in place with one hand. With his other hand, he moves my dress until it is gathers around my waist leaving me vulnerably open and exposed to him.
Goosebumps break across my skin when he just stands there looking my bare center. I am helpless against his grasp in this powerless position. The biting sting of his hand on my ass causes me to jerk but the way he soothingly rubs the point of contact has a moan escaping my throat.
My mind, again, tells me I should be rebelling against his assault. That this is wrong. I should be humiliated and angry with what he is doing.
My body, however, is responding and reacting to everything in spite of what my head thinks because when he slaps the other side, another flood of moisture pours from me.
He doesn’t say anything during his assault on my body. He only watches my reactions. In that moment, I realize he is observing me to make sure I’m okay with what he is doing. He wants to play, but he doesn’t want to push me too far. Make me uncomfortable.
I also realize that my brain can shut the fuck up because I want this. I want him. I trust him and know he would never do anything to hurt me.
With his foot, he spreads me more open to him then drops to his knees. My heart pounds with embarrassment at being so exposed to him, at what he sees. But the feeling quickly fades at the first contact of his tongue sliding slowing through my burning center. Swirling and circling my entrance and clit, my desire and lust increase tenfold. I feel the need to move against him. To lead him where I need him most, but the position he has me in won’t allow for it. I am at his complete mercy.
Licking and swirling. Around and around. He’s everywhere but where I need him most.
“Jax, please,” I beg, but for what I don’t know.
“Uh-uh,” he says against my hot core. “You’ve been torturing me since your bedroom this afternoon. This is fair play.”
He blows his against my heat, but the cooling sensation only serves to heat me up more. With the hand not holding my wrists, he uses his thumb to circle around my entrance. When I begin to squirm – because that’s about all I can do – he swats my ass again. “No moving, Zoey,” he says in a low, dark voice.
His thumb moves back to my swollen sex still teasing but never giving me what I need. A whimper escapes me as the teasing become too much. Then finally, his tongue lightly flicks my hard pearl. Again, and again. But I still can find the release I need.
Too much. It’s all too much. Too much stimulation. Too much pleasure without release. I feel like I’m on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Until he wraps his lips around the small, throbbing nub and begins to suck. When his thumb moves to my rear entrance and presses, I explode. White light blinds me. Roaring fills my ears. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.
And it feels like it goes on and on and on.
My legs go limp. I nearly collapse to the floor except for a pair of strong arms that scoop me up.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he says with a kiss. I groan at the taste of myself on his lips.
Once in the bedroom, he places me back on my feet. “On your knees,” he says forcefully as he strips out of his pants.
Without argument I fall to my knees. What the hell is wrong with me?
And without being prompted, I quickly take his long, thick shaft into my mouth once he reaches me. I swirl my tongue around the tip lapping at the leaking precum. I take him as far back as I can, then drag my tongue along the thick, throbbing vein of his shaft when I come back up. I do this several times, taking him deeper each time, until his fingers make their way into a painful grip in my hair.
He pushes his way down the back of my throat, then holds himself there only giving small shallow thrust as his tip rubs the back of my throat. My eyes burn as the discomfort I being held in place for so long, but the need between my own legs has returned full force.
Then he begins to truly fuck my mouth. Each time is a little farther and little harder. I force down the need to gag as he thrusts himself into my mouth. I feel him become impossibly larger with each thrust until warm, salty fluid makes its way down the back of my throat.
I swallow every drop.
I don’t even get my mouth off of him good before he has me picked up and tossed into the bed. He strips my dress from my body before bending to take my mouth with his. We groan at the taste of ourselves mixing. His hands work their way down my body. “Still so fucking wet,” he mumbles against my mouth when two fingers slide through my pussy.
“Jax,” I groan, “Fuck me with your fingers.”
He raises up to look at me. His eyes still burning black with lust and desire. I can feel him getting hard again. “It’s so fucking hot when you talk like that, baby, but did you forget that I’m the one in charge here.”
I swallow hard and shake my head. With a smirk he takes my mouth back to his. I almost scream with relief when his finger enters me. Thrusting in and out of my heat he almost has me on the brink again. He adds another finger, curling them both while the heel of his hand rubs my clit.
When my muscles begin to contract with my impending orgasm, he with withdraws his fingers and in one thrust he is balls deep inside of me. I cry out at the painful, but welcome, invasion.
He pulls me deeper into the bed, putting my legs over his broad shoulders. He begins to thrust with short, deep thrust as my orgasm returns full force.
I scream out his name over and over as my pussy clenches around him. “Holy fuck, baby,” he groans as his movements become harder.
