Page 17 of Fragile Lies


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“I want you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. Please!” I rock back and forth on his lap, his steel shaft straining to get free. “Show me everything I’ve been missing.”

“Get in the back,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Now.” I ease off of his lap and scramble to the back seat, while he grabs a condom from the glove compartment. A cold sweat breaks across my skin and I’m damp all over. Tension coils within my belly as his large form towers over me before sitting on the opposite side.

I inch closer to him, but he reaches out a palm to stop me. “I don’t think you know just how beautiful you really are, but tonight I intend to show you.” He leans back against the window, one leg spread across the seat, the other one on the floor. A spark of heat lashes across my skin from the way his eyes peruse my body.

“Take it all off for me, piece by piece, and as you do, I want you to see what you do to me. I want you to see your beauty through my eyes.” He peers at me as though he’s peering into my soul. “Any motherfucker worth a damn willnevermake you feel anything but beautiful…everywhere.”

I’m breathless, utterly and completely starving for air. I clutch my chest, my heart racing through my fingertips, his words affecting me more than he could ever know. He says all the right things to make me comfortable in my own skin and I want that more than anything.

He cups his cock through his jeans, stroking it, while his other hand presses a button, reclining his seat. “Strip for me,” he husks out with hooded eyes.

He unbuttons his jeans, pulling the zipper down as I watch, rooted in place. He slides them off his thick thighs, down past his calves until they’re resting on the floor. The crown of his cock peeks through his boxers and I watch, mouth open as though waiting for him to fill it. “Babe, you keep staring like that and I won’t be able to stay patient much longer.”

Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, tantalizing sensations ghost across my skin as though I’m already stripped bare for him.

I slip off my shoes. My breaths get harsher as I lower my hands to the hem of my tank top, but my fingers refuse to work.

My eyes land on his rigid length, now fully free, and he notices, smirking salaciously. “You like that, babe? Want to watch me get harder? Start with that shirt.”

My mouth falls open. “That’s not fully hard yet?”

His chest vibrates with a deep laugh as he palms his cock. I whimper like a virgin who’s about to be fucked for the first time. He’s so long and thick, my core begs to be filled to capacity.

Before I have a chance to change my mind, I pull my shirt over my head then unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms just enough for him to see my hardened nipples.

He scans my breasts with deep concentration while stroking himself. “You’re damn perfect.” My harsh breathing grows heavier from the way his eyes explore my body. “I make you nervous.” He wasn’t asking. He doesn’t need to. It’s pretty obvious how he makes me feel.

He takes off his shirt and scoots closer to me while I dig my fingers into the soft leather seat. The proximity of his firm, tanned body unnerves me. He’s the type of man who stops you dead in your tracks. From his magnificent blue eyes set under golden chestnut brows to the hollow points beneath his carved cheekbones, he is a king amongst men, and I’m his marionette. He could pull my strings however he wants, and I wouldn’t resist.

He rests his hand at the center of my chest, the pads of his fingers feathering across my skin. He picks up my hand with his other and places it against the crook of his neck, his pulse racing under my touch. “Don’t worry,” he whispers, “you make me nervous too.” He quickly pulls off my bra just as his soft lips land on mine. The kiss is tender, yet wild, filled with unwavering desire.

He drops his head to my jaw, his tongue sucking along a path heading down my chest. He pulls my hips flat on the seat and lays me against it. He doesn’t wait a second before his hungry lips devour my hardened peaks. Taking a nipple between his teeth, he sucks and flicks with his tongue before moving on to the next.

“Jax…” My fingers curl in his hair. He growls against my breasts, glancing up in between worshipping them, a dazed look in his eyes.

“I think you need some help with the rest of your clothes.” And without hesitation, he removes my shorts and panties, leaving me spread open for him. I tug at my lip as he settles his hard body over mine, and the instant his cock presses against my clit, I lose all sense of time. He circles his hips around the small bud, nice and slow, pushing forward with powerful strokes.

Piercing my nails into his ass, I cry out, and the voice that comes out doesn’t sound anything like me. His lips land around the shell of my ear, his groans mixed with his hot breath has my core quivering. He slips a hand between us, strumming my clit with pure talent, as though he’s playing an instrument he knows too well. “Yesss…don’t stop.”

“Never.” His voice promises pure ecstasy. He plows two fingers inside me over and over, thrust after thrust, until my orgasm spirals out of me in deep waves and darkness shrouds me. The feeling’s overwhelming, and my eyes burn from tears I didn’t know were there.

A hint of a satisfied smile crosses his lips before he pulls his fingers out of me and licks them dry. “Still as good as I remember.” Knowing how much he loves the taste of me, emboldens me.

“Fuck me, Jax,” I beg, not nearly satisfied. He groans against my mouth and I kiss him slow, tasting myself on his damp lips.

“You want me to fill that pussy with my cock?” he asks as our mouths separate.

“Yes, fuck me. I’ve thought about it for too long.”

A groan rolls out of his chest as he stands on one leg while the other is placed beside my thigh. He slips off his boxers and slips on the condom. I watch him like a porno made just for me.

I welcome the pressure of his frame tight against mine as he lays back on top of me, his hardened length pushing into my entrance. Hooking my feet behind his ass, I force him into me, but he doesn’t budge an inch.

“Look at me, baby. Watch me fuck you.” Desire floods the blues from his eyes, replacing them with brewing storm clouds. With a sensual circle of his hips, he slams inside of me balls deep and my entire world erupts in color.

“Oh God…yes,” I cry out as he fucks me, unleashing one hell of a pounding.

He sits up on his knees and pulls my calves flat against his broad chest, sucking on my toes as he thrusts into me like a man starved. My fingers beg to grab something, anything as my orgasm nears.

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