Page 34 of Spelled By Truth and Tresses

“Fuck, Ax. Your cock feels so damn good.”

I gasped as he slapped my ass, then tilted my head back with his hold on my hair. My breasts pushed forward, and he latched onto a nipple. He drew it into his mouth, suckling on the tender flesh before biting it hard enough to cause a sting. Moisture flooded down his shaft. Pain blended with pleasure as I rocked on his cock.

“You’re so godsdamn beautiful, pet.”

He thrusted his hips up with each of my downward strokes. His girth stretched me as he rutted into me from below, the head of his cock stroking against my cervix. Jax pressed his thumb against my clit, then moved it in tight circles.

“Oh Ax!” I moaned.

“Good fucking girl screaming my name. Look at how beautifully you’re taking me.”

I glanced down between our bodies. It was eerie, but also exciting, being able to see through his hard incorporeal shaft.

Jax gripped my hips, then flipped me onto my stomach, my chest pressing into the bank. Our joining was dirty and primal. I wasn’t sure if my craving for him would ever be satiated.

“I’m close. Please. Fuck me harder,” I gasped.

He gathered my hair, then wound it tightly onto his hand and forearm. He pulled on the thick mass, using it as a leash as he fucked into me. The water sloshed lewdly around us as his momentum picked up. I dug my fingers into the muddy grass beneath my palms, then shoved my ass against him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“Cover me in your cum and I’ll fill you with mine,” he demanded.

Jax reached around us and circled my clit hard with his fingers. The pressure deep in my core built painfully before centering deep inside me.

“I’m coming, please don’t stop,” I moaned, as everything within me focused and combusted into a cataclysmic inferno, my orgasm drowning me in nirvana.

“Gods dammit, baby girl. You’re so fucking tight around me.”

He curled his body over mine and rutted into me with wild, hard thrusts. “Fuuuuuck,” Jax roared. His cock throbbed rhythmically as his cum pulsed into me. He shuddered and jerked as his orgasm claimed his body, filling me with hot cum.

We lay on the bank panting as he rolled onto his side and took me with him, his cock still firmly within me. The water lapped at our tangled legs as we caught our breath.

“This changes nothing,” I mumbled, but the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.

“We’ll see about that, pet.” Jax moved my hair trapped beneath me to the side, then smoothed his tattooed knuckle down my jaw. “I’ll never have my fill of you. My hunger goes beyond only physical need.”

CHAPTER 14

“Nose always buried in a book.”

I slid my engraved, spiderweb bookmark into place, then closed the cover and looked up. Coffin shaped hanging lights illuminated the side of Jax’s face, his familiar smirk on display as he slid a steaming London Fog Latte over the black stained wood toward me. I lifted the mug patterned with various sizes and shades of gray pumpkins to my nose, then inhaled deeply. Notes of bergamot, lavender, and vanilla soothed me as I breathed in the beverage’s fragrance.

“Took you long enough,” I sassed, then smiled.

“I tried my best to be here an hour ago, but my cousin moves slow as fuck in the morning.” Jax leaned down, then gripped my chin. His lips caressed mine as we said hello in the most intimate way a public setting allowed. I bit his lip playfully, and he growled.

A ghostly giggle sounded as the door sensor went off and we broke apart; a man with blond, wavy hair, olive-colored skin entered the coffee shop, then headed straight for my booth. He grinned and clapped Jax on the shoulder. His sky-blue eyes twinkled as he slid into the small, deep crushed velvet, rounded upholstered booth I sat in. I moved my braid to my other side before he could sit on it.

I raised a brow. “You must be Jax’s cousin.”

Jax sighed, then reached over and lifted my braid before sitting on my other side and placing it on his lap. The intimate and thoughtful gesture sent longing rushing through me. Jax smirked as he played with the tail of my braid.

“Yep, I’m Josh, Little Jaxi’s cousin.” Josh reached across me and ruffled Jax’s hair.

“Don’t call me that,” Jax growled.

I shot Josh a smile, then raised my latte. “Thanks for planting the idea,” I said and winked.

“Anything for a pretty girl.” He saw Jax’s expression and laughed. “Or my cousin’s girlfriend. Jaxi, you know she’s not my type.”

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