Page 84 of Mile High Heist

“Tell that to your face.”

“Shut up.”

I frowned at her. The attitude was back. But she was still shaking.

“I’m just…” she started, then groaned. “Nothing.”

It took a stupidly long time for my brain to catch on. Dickhead. She shivered again, then narrowed her eyes when she spotted my grin.

“You’re turned on.”

She scoffed. “I am not.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” I parted her knees, then dragged my hand down between her thighs. She tried to bat me away, but we both knew it was a half-hearted effort.

The moment I touched her, she gasped and shuddered.

“J-Jax.”

“Shh. I got you.”

I slipped my finger beneath the flimsy material and pressed her where she was hot and throbbing. She shuddered and pressed her hips closer, grinding on me while hiding her face beneath my jaw.

I wasn’t accepting that.

Without warning, I dropped backward, taking her with me. At the last second, I gave her a quick upward thrust, sending her squealing onto my chest. She landed astride me, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance.

“W-What are you doing?”

“My turn.”

I lifted her up, causing her to yelp, and planted her over my face. She squirmed instantly, so I held her tighter, refusing to let her go.

Then I pressed my tongue flat against her. She froze, then trembled.

“Ohhh,” she breathed.

I gripped her thighs and opened her up. She was so fucking wet, so close already. I ignored the ache in my lungs as I suffocated myself on her pussy.

She gasped, these little punches of sound that I committed to memory. Her thighs trembled. Her fingers clawed at the pillow on either side of my head. Her hips moved, trying to rock into my mouth, but I held her down and plunged my tongue hard and deep. God, she tasted so sweet.

Just when I brought her to the brink, I stopped. She gasped and stared down at me. “Why did you stop?”

“Give me something.”

Her lips parted in a shaky gasp. “What do you want?”

I gripped her thighs and flicked my tongue across her. She shuddered, then whined in frustration when I pulled back again.

That perfect anger was sparking.

“Let go,” I growled.

She shook her head, confused. “I am.”

“Liar.” I gave her another teasing lick. Her thighs twitched. She grabbed onto my shoulders, nails digging in, anchoring herself.

“I can do this all fucking night,” I told her, watching her head roll back. She glared up at the ceiling, her tits heaving.