Page 22 of Spelled By Truth and Tresses

He ran his nose along the blonde thatch of curls above my lower lips, then chuckled. “Brat,” he declared, his mocking laughter and words vibrating along my skin. “Put your leg over my shoulder, pet.

I did as he bid, now on full display. I moaned and arched into him as he shoved his face into the heat at the apex of my thighs. “Hush. Keep quiet or there will be consequences.”

I clapped a hand over my mouth, then I thrusted my hips against him. His teeth playfully nipped my clit. I groaned, the sound barely muffled by my hand. He took me in his mouth and swirled his tongue. The fingers of my free hand dove into his dark hair, then I pulled the strands harshly.

Jax moaned, as if he truly enjoyed the pain I inflicted. I felt every vibration purr through me as he skillfully edged me into a primal state. The scruff of hair surrounding his mouth scraped at my delicate flesh and spurred my need higher.

“Come on, my fucking face. Now.” His tongue darted in and out until he stroked his first orgasm out of me.

He stood abruptly, and my calf fell from his shoulder. My legs trembled as I recovered. “Ax,” I panted. “I need more.”

He grinned, then lowered his pants and boxer briefs just enough to extract his thick dick. The fabric bunched beneath it pushed his balls close against his base.

“More?” He growled. “Listen to you begging so prettily. I thought you hated me?”

My mouth twisted. “Just fuck me already. You don’t have to speak to use your dick.”

Jax grabbed my ass and lifted me, my heavy blonde braid thumping into the shelves with the sudden movement. I locked my legs behind his back, then reached down and aligned his cock with my entrance. Jax smirked, then drove his hips forward.

The head of his cock slid through the slick mess he made as he worked himself inside me. He wasn’t the longest I ever had, but he made up for it in girth. My lower lips stretched around his shaft as he kissed my neck and shockwaves danced through my body. I needed him. I wanted him buried to the hilt more than anything.

He rolled my nipple between his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He growled into my ear, licking the lobe.

His eyes were wild, the pupils fully blown. He gazed into mine with a primal lust that only I could satisfy. My legs twitched as he pulled back to the tip and plunged forward, stopping with only half his shaft inside me.

I rocked my body, forcing him to go in as deep as he could go. “Fucking hell, Zellie,” he moaned.

I dragged my nail down his back over his shirt. A smirk played on my lips. I loved how much he wanted me.

“So much for keeping quiet, hm?” I teased, then giggled as he growled.

“We’ll see if you’re still laughing by the time I’m done with you, pet. Hold on to me.”

Jax rutted into me, his hips snapping sharply with each thrust. The shelves behind me vibrated as we fucked against them.

I threw my head back as the pressure in my clit built, threatening to swallow me whole. I’ve never been filled so thoroughly before. Several books pushed back and thumped onto the floor on the opposite side of the shelf as Jax shoved the fingers of one hand into my braid and palmed the back of my skull. He pinned me in place with his hips and one hand still squeezing my ass.

“I’m not going to last,” he said and groaned. “Touch yourself.”

I snaked my hand between us, then circled my fingers quickly over my clit. In just seconds, I was teetering over the abyss, the inky void of oblivion beckoning.

His movements were frenzied as he lost his rhythm. “Fuck!” He yelled. Through the haze of pleasure, I somehow had the presence of mind to slap my hand over his mouth. Jax’s nostrils flared, his hot breath fanning over my fingers.

I moaned as his fat cock throbbed, stretching me further, and thick streams of cum jetted into me. Feeling his hot cum filling me sent me falling over the edge into a second, more powerful orgasm. Jax was trembling, his cock still twitching as his cum overflowed, then dripped down my thighs when my orgasm finally released its hold.

CHAPTER 9

“Penny for your thoughts?” Lalita probed.

“Huh?” I lifted my head off my forearms, then leaned into the sturdy back of the dining room chair, the carved filigree design dug into me. “When did you get here?” I blinked twice, then rubbed my temples. It had been two days since Jax took reality as I knew it and set it aflame.

She laughed. “Only a few minutes ago. You gave me a key, remember?” A clash of metal much too loud for my sensitive ears jangled as her wad of keys landed in the black and white damask fruit bowl. “Plus, you were drooling,” she said, then wrinkled her nose.

I swiped the back of my hand over my mouth but found no traces of saliva. “Cuntcake,” I muttered halfheartedly. “I just… never mind.” I sighed. Lalita's eyebrows rose, and her eyes widened with interest, so I deflected. “How was Professor Woodlyn’s class?”

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