Page 52 of Puck It!

"Good girl, soak me." He growls, vibrating against my clit, before he sucks down over my clit again, using the hold around my wrists I lift my body, unable to fight the pleasure that’s ripping me apart.

He stands, immediately grabbing the back of my head, entangling his fingers in my hair as his lips crash against mine. Tasting myself on his lips, I devour them, my legs wrap around his waist as his hand slides up my side, cupping my breast in his hand, brushing his thumb over my nipple making it that much harder as his tongue sweeps across mine.

He pulls away, before he pulls his shirt off, holding his gaze on me as he curls his lips to that cocky smile, "Look at you pretty girl, all tied up, at my mercy."

I bite my bottom lip with my smile watching him unbutton his pants before his hard cock springs free as he pulls his pants off, stepping out of them and stepping between my legs.

His parted lips brush against mine feeling his heat radiate from his bare body, standing between my legs, sliding his hands up my thighs, the seduction he carries with his dominance is threatening but arousing all at once.

My arms still tied by my wrists above my head, desperately wanting to touch, getting heavier and heavier.

Feeling the tip of his cock press to my opening as his lips devour mine, my tongue sweeps across his tongue, as he pulls my body in tighter to him, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks as he rocks his hips, sending his cock to stretch through my opening.

The breath of air catches in my throat as my eyes flutter, feeling the stinging stretch of him inside me, his steady strokes, using my silks as a swing helping him guide his cock to hit deep.

His breaths pant into my mouth and I swallow them down with my own, as his steady strokes pick up, until they become dominating.

Slamming his hips into me sending his cock against my walls in his now brutal thrusts my head falls back as my eyes roll letting the painful pleasure consume me and take the soul from my fucking my body.

My climax shatters me and gushes from my walls, only making that skin slapping sound that much louder and wetter as my loud moan rips from my throat.

"Good girl."

His hand wraps around my throat, pulling my head up to make me look at him, but my eyes are heavy, constantly wanting to roll, absorbing this sinful pleasure he is dominating my walls with.

He eats my moan, shoving his tongue down my throat, tightening his hold around my throat with a bruising hold, half cutting the air from entering my lungs, sending one last intoxicating thrust causing my walls to squeeze around him tightly and my toes to curl, squeezing my thighs together against his hips.

Feeling the deep pulse of his cock, our kiss doesn't stop, he continues to devour my lips as he spills his hot seed deep inside me, before feeling the warmth of his hand leave my thigh before I feel it slide up my arm, untying my wrists from my silks.

My arms immediately feel heavy as they fall around his neck, before he pulls me away from my silks.

"You did so good Angel" He whispers his panted words as he carries me upstairs to our room, feeling completely limp in his arms, the pleasurable hum rockets through my body, leaving me warm, sore, but full of a blissful arousal I've never felt.

My head falls to the crease of his neck, inhaling his musty woodsy scent as my eyes close.

My words whisper softly against his neck, "You really were holding back."

He kisses my forehead before he drops a knee to our bed, laying down with me, holding me tight against him, in his arms.

Well, I’ll be damned, he’s a hard lover. In this moment, silence speaks its own words, as I lay with my head tucked against his chest, before my eyes fall closed.

NEXT MORNING

Macie

When I wake the next morning, I am alone once again, Jax has left for practice. Still feeling like I am on some sort of a high from last night, I stay snuggled in our bed. Jax's scent has worked its way into the sheets causing me to curl into the blankets more, finding comfort.

Well; Last night was fun. I giggle to myself, flash backs of last night swirl around in my mind, feeling that touch, experiencing what Jax has to offer. And boy did he show me; He really was holding back before.

Spending more time laying here, staring out the window, taking in this feeling of being relaxed. I check my email on my phone, opening an email from someone I do not know.

Oh, it's about a job; I skim through, it's for an event, they are looking for an aerialist with my skill level. They even have a description of what they are looking for in their dancer.

Mhm... Well, I've got the skill level, the blonde hair, I think this might work.

Reading further down, asking if I'm interested and I reply back saying I'm definitely interested, then finally get myself up before I take a shower to wake up, and to soothe my sore muscles.

When I get out of the shower and dry myself off, I catch a glimpse in the mirror making me focus on the bruise on the side of my neck and I giggle; Damn Jax.

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