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"Let go of me angel, you’re strangling my cock." He growls his words into my mouth and a moan slips, feeling the stinging pleasure.

His strokes are long, sending the tip to hit low in my gut, hitting those sweet spots perfectly. Our kiss is wild, frenzied, so toxic, so sinful.

His groan into my mouth makes my already erect nipples tighten harder, continuing to slide between my walls in long slow strokes, stretching me around him.

My breath catching in my throat with the sensation shooting arousal within me.

"You are too good at what you do, Angel." He groans his whispering words into my mouth. Feeling the rhythmic thrusts he’s sending into my opening, causes my eyes to flutter.

"Be a good girl, and come for me, Angel." He growls as he digs his spread fingers into my ass, leaving imprints in my skin.

My moan slips as his thrusts get harder, the pleasurable pain of my back grinding into the wall, while he stretches my pussy with his cock, arousal flares inside me, and I give him what he wants.

His hand slides up around my throat, causing my chin to raise, giving him the access he wants, he bites down on my neck, sinking his teeth deep into my skin, only increasing the climax that is breaking my insides as it escapes me, coating his shaft as my come drips.

The sound of slapping wet skin fills the air, his grip around my throat tightens, slightly cutting off my air, ripping a growl from deep within his chest, "Good girl."

Capturing my lips, he slams into me, torturing my walls with his now brutal thrusts, sending me through a soul shattering climax, again.

My moan whimpers into his mouth as he slows before I feel his cock pulse, feeling the heat inside me pool from his come, before it begins to drip.

A panted gasp escapes my parted lips, and he eats it up. His hand slides to my jaw, cupping it, holding me in our panted kiss. Riding the wave together, thinking we both know. This has been brewing for a very long time.

I ask in a whisper, still in his arms, pressed against the wall, "Wanna see what I do after my nights at work?"

He pulls his head back, looking into my eyes as I smile. "There’s more?" He asks with a lifted brow, searching my eyes, and I laugh with my words, "There’s always more."

"You’re a sinful little thing."

I shrug playfully, "Maybe. Come on, let’s go."

Judgement

Macie

My nights are always so fast paced, thinking, concentration, on my feet, and it’s really hard to settle down from all that. So, I go to a spot I have been going since I was a little girl. And this spot has a big story behind it.

I want to show Jax, my reset, my peace after a night like tonight. Throwing my hair up, not in the mood to dry it, I slide into some leggings, a tank top, I look over my shoulder noticing Jax watching my every move.

"Alright, let’s go." I say playfully and we walk out of my dressing room.

Not bothering myself with my mother’s potential judgmental words, not giving her the chance. I’ll see her later, right now, I’m enjoying my good night, a night I just fucking nailed on the stage; Oh, and got nailed! Ha!

We get out to the parking lot, and Jax’s phone lays on the hood of my car, with a piece paper that looks like an old receipt of something.

Jax grabs it before he barks out a laugh and I lift a brow, "Apparently, I’m a lucky bastard." He jokes and we both enjoy a good laugh over that one as we get in the car.

I drive to a little hole in the wall restaurant and run in, grab the bag of food that was already waiting for me, knowing I would be here, before I’m back in my car.

"Hungry?" He asks holding a playful smile as I put the bag of food in the back seat.

"Starving!" I giggle, "Aren’t you? You play-." I look over with my shocked face, totally spacing he played tonight, "Did you win?"

His lips curl to his cocky smile, and I know right there he did.

"Hell yeah, did any scouts talk to you?" I ask, of course I'm interested.

"No, not tonight, they’ll call if they are interested."

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