Page 59 of Study Games

She shrugged. “That door doesn’t actually lock. Kinda like most of our stuff. The main door does, though, and that’s the one that matters.”

My vision zoned in on her. “You know you’re going to have to give up living in this shitty place and come share my attic.”

“Now there’s an invitation a girl can’t resist,” she said playfully, rolling her eyes. “Jax, I can’t leave Celia living here on her own.”

I mimicked her shrug. “Then I guess I need to find her a place to stay too because this place should be demolished.”

Her nose wrinkled but she didn’t fight me for once. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I raised both eyebrows and crooked a finger. “Come here and say that again,” I demanded.

Waverly giggled, the sweetest goddam sound, and I was instantly hooked on it. Needed more of those in my life.

“I said, okay, Jax.” She raised her arms, damaged one and all, and looped them around my neck, arching so her half concealed breasts brushed my naked chest. “I’ll share your…attic,” she breathed seductively into my ear.

I wanted nothing more than to sweep her onto the bench top and fuck her hard right then and there, make her squeal and clench and squirt, but I’d just tattooed her and she’d left hospital less than twelve hours ago.

Not the best option.

I settled for claiming her mouth in a hard, fast kiss and turning her to face the mirror, placing her hands in the center. “Don’t move these, or I’ll be spanking that pussy until you can’t come from it anymore. Got it?” I licked a path along the slope of her shoulder as she moaned for me and brought her good hand back to my cock that wept behind black denim wet from her releases earlier as well as copious amounts of my own precum. “Tell me what you need, Queen. If you want me to fuck you, I’ll go gentle and be careful not to bump the work I’ve just done.” I placed a hand on the hip free of ink, pressing my leg to the outside of hers, showing her how we could manage in our reflections.

“Jax–”

I shushed her for a second. “Soon, Queen. But if you want to deny me–it’s your right and you know I enjoy the pain too, and suffering for you. I’ll lick you and finger you until you can’t stand, then I’ll tuck you into bed and keep you safe tonight.”

“Every night?” Her blown out eyes met mine in the mirror, completely undecipherable.

I held my breath. “Yes, Queen. Every night for as long as you need me.”

She nodded, nibbling her bottom lip. “And none of that will ruin the work you just did?”

My chest glowed that she cared. “No, Queen.” I pressed a sweet kiss behind her ear to the music of her sighs. “I’ll go careful, and you’ll still get plenty of pleasure.”

She smiled, tipping her head back onto my shoulder and gazing up at me. “Then fuck me, Jax. Please,” she begged.

My cock strained to bursting point as I swallowed my instant need to plunge balls deep into her tight, gushing pussy. “Yes, ma’am.” I kissed her as I freed myself, fumbling with my jeans and hands that refused to cooperate in my haste.

She laughed at my struggle in a way that only served to harden my cock. I recited some of the stupid fucking facts she taught me over the last months in our tutoring sessions in my head as a distraction. When I had control over myself again, I fisted my length, lining up with her and pushed my cock head against her entrance.

Her eyes flew wide in the mirror, her hands still where I told her to put them. “Aren’t you going to use–” she started.

I bared my teeth at her. “Not part of our negotiations, Queen.” I thrust forward before she could argue further, shattering her boundaries and claiming her.

My brand of love looked different to what she might expect. That didn’t make it any less intense.

A strangled scream filled the room as I moved within her, keeping my hips angled away from the tender, freshly inked skin as she moaned for me. Her hot little pussy clenched down on my cock, milking me from the moment I sank into her.

“God, yes,” she moaned, pushing her hips back, lost in the moment, as dazed with need as me. “More, Jax. Deeper. Please.” Her pleas coated my mind with a blanket of lust.

I growled under my breath, determined to not lose my shit with her tonight, though I was already so close on edge. That sweet, warm body of hers enveloped me in all the best ways as I angled myself just right to keep her safe, while hitting all the spots inside her that left her back arching, nipples tight and straining forward, and her swollen lips parted.

She creamed on my cock almost as much as she screamed while I stopped myself from coming by a set of fresh miracles and a dose of superhuman effort because–

“Damn, Queen. This pussy is designed to drive a man mad,” I rasped, closing one hand around her breast and pinching her nipple until she twisted, rolling her shoulders in protest.

A high whine emitted from her but her tight pussy told me she liked the pressure just fine.

“Please, I need you to fill me. I want to drip with you,” she whispered, her face flaming.

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