Page 27 of Fragile Lies


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“Good, we have plenty of time.” I take us to her bathroom and shut the door.

Placing her down on the floor, she backs against the door while I turn on the water. Once the sound of the shower comes to life, I flip my gaze back to her. Beneath her thin, white tank top, her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, and those nipples are hardened and ready for my mouth. I take deliberately slow steps toward her waiting body.

Three steps and she’s close enough to smell the spark we create when we’re together.

“Take off your clothes,” I demand, squeezing the head of my hardened cock. Her eyes drop down for a moment before her unsteady hands inch the material of her shirt over her body and down to the floor.

The need to trace all her softness, to taste her bare skin runs through me. She slips her thumbs into her red shorts, shyly sliding them down her thighs and past her feet. My breath’s caught in my throat at the sight of her naked just for me.

I don’t know where she finds flaws. All I see is beauty. From her full tits, more than a handful for my eager palms, to her hips flaring out below a small waist, she’s incredible. I cut through our distance until nothing separates us, nothing but our beating hearts and our frantic gasps.

I dive for her mouth, my lips hovering above hers as we inhale each other’s exhales. “You’re goddamn beautiful.” I capture her shuddering lips with mine, kissing her roughly as her tongue slides into my mouth with a deep moan. Her nails land on my back, grazing a rough path up and down my flesh.

I draw her closer, our skin slick from the steam enveloping us. Our animalistic groans and moans roar louder than the water thundering against the tile.

Grabbing her hips, I lift her up against the door high enough to prop her thighs on my shoulders.

“Fuck me,” she begs on a small, breathless whisper, her eyes boring into a part of me I’ve locked away, or at least I thought I did. I’m either tempting my darkness or tempting my heart, in either case I’m fucking screwed.

“Not yet, baby. I need a taste first.” I lick the inside of her thigh, damp from the steam comingled with her taste. Pure fucking heaven.

I spread her pussy lips with my tongue and take a long swipe up. She pants, her head hitting the door behind her. “I’ve pictured you like this so many damn times. You spread open for me, my tongue buried deep inside you.”

I plunge into her and she cries out, “Oh yeah, just like that.” She clutches my hair, pulling tight.

“You taste so good, too good for me to ever forget.” Working my tongue in deeper, I give it all to her, swiping up and down, then fucking her again and again until her thighs tremble and her voice loses all ability to utter a sound. She tightens around my tongue and then she shatters. I devour it all, not missing a drop, not wanting it to end even when my cock throbs.

“Shit, Jax—wow.”

I need inside this woman, right now. I carry her into the warm water, now cascading down our bodies, her back to me. “I need to fuck you so deep,” I say with a gravelly tone against her ear. “I want to forget where you start and I end.”

“Please, do it.” Whenever she begs, it only makes me harder.

“Hands against the wall,” I command, slowly losing control, my desire for her taking over completely.

With her palms on the damp tiles, I slip a hand against her neck and move her hair away from her shoulder so I could watch her face when I sink inside her.

“Do I need a condom?”

“No, I’m on the pill.” I think I just hit the lottery. I’ve dreamed of feeling her bare pussy sliding up and down my hard-on.

Gripping her hip, I work my cock inside her, inch by agonizing inch. She whimpers, her hands clenched hard against the wall.

“Feel that baby? That’s all for you.” Then I slam home making us both groan. My other hand falls into her silky hair as our eyes connect. Her fiery whiskey gaze rakes mine, intoxicating me with her brand of poison. I pound into her, pushing and pulling relentlessly, my lips on her neck, her shoulder—biting, kissing, sucking. “This is what we are together. This is why I can’t give you up.”

“Yes, harder! I’m going to come!”

“I want you spilling down my cock.” I reach around her hip, finding her clit, rubbing hurried circles around it just as she starts clamping around me. A few more thrusts and she explodes, and I follow, groaning out her name.

I wrap an arm around her stomach, holding her tightly as we wait for our breaths to calm. I want this thing between us to work, I need it to, because letting her go—is no longer an option.

CHAPTER8

LEXI

Everything between Jaxand Ihas been working well so far. I’ve had so much sex in the past few weeks since we began, I don’t think I’ve had that much in my entire lifetime. The man has quite a hefty appetite.

Last night, he insisted on picking me up after work down the block and managed to fuck me in his car, then took me home and fucked me twice more. Can’t even complain about the soreness, I only keep wanting more. I’m sure as shit making up for lost time.

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