Page 35 of Puck It!

Dropping his knee to the bed as he falls with me, nestling between my legs, feeling the tip of his hard cock press to my thigh, resting on his elbow, his hard body pinning me into the sheets, he whispers against my lips, "You have to be quiet Angel, we don’t need more problems."

I snort a laugh, but damn it, it’s hard not to let that scream rip, "Then don’t make me."

His growl hums in his throat, feeling his hips rock and the tip of his cock slide between my folds.

He lifts himself from my body, before he kisses his way down my neck, over my collarbone, before he finds his way to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and a low hum moans in my throat as he swirls his tongue around my nipple before he drags it between his teeth.

My thighs tighten around his waist, and he slides from my grasp, continuing to kiss his way over my stomach before his head is nestled between my legs, holding that consuming gaze on me.

His tongue flicks over my clit, causing me to buck, and beg, "don’t fucking tease me, Jax."

"I love it when you beg" He growls, before he sucks down on my clit so fucking hard, my thighs slap against the sides of his head, as my hand fists the hair on the top of his head, as he sucks, that tongue works against my clit, and I curl into him, trying to hold my breath so my moan doesn’t ricochet from the walls in the basement.

My opening pulses with intense pleasure, taking a life from me, still sensitive from last night’s fun, and now his tongue doing dream work.

He lifts his head, before sliding between my legs, his lips crashing against mine and his cock slides inside my wet opening, eating my moan as my hand wraps around the back of his head, before his lips leave mine and meet my neck, planting opened mouthed kisses against my skin causing my nipples to tighten with the shivers prickling my body.

Raking my fingers up the nape of his neck, up through his hair, as he continues to pin my hips into the bed with each stroke; There long, and steady, following the rhythm of his stomach rolling from mine, sending his cock to hit deep within my walls.

Hitting my most sensitive spots, I feel the wave of arousal fill inside, heightening the feel of him inside me. Teetering on the edge, my walls squeeze around him, ripping a growl deep within his chest. Sliding my hands down, I cup his jaw and pull his lips to mine, to silence the climax that is about to shatter me.

He cups my ass, raising my hips, allowing him to send his cock deeper, hitting low in my gut, sending me over the edge, and the trembling shiver quake my skin and I kiss him harder, diving my tongue down his throat, which only encourages his harder thrusts.

My climax shakes me, harder than I’ve ever been shook, as my eyes flutter before he eats the moan that starts to slip, feeling my arousal coat his cock making it slicker, wetter, and fucking amazing.

He whispers against my lips in a growl, "I love it when you come." He thrusts using the full length of his cock, hitting spots I never knew existed. Sweat beads on his forehead, our breaths are panted with our wild kiss.

When I think he’s hit all my most sensitive spots, he hasn’t, he hits another.

The high that courses through my veins sends me into a blissful unknown.

Hearing him grunt with his final hard thrust, feeling the pulse of his tip against my walls, he pants against the skin of my neck, and I kiss his neck, trying to breath with the weight of him on top of me, slowly getting heavier, but not wanting him to move either.

When he does, he slides to his side, pulling my front tight against his chest, and I drape my leg over his hip as his spread fingers slide up my thigh to my ass, before gripping into my flesh, pulling me in even tighter.

"We have a long drive Angel, get some sleep, since you barely slept last night."

"How do you know, you were out cold."

He chuckles, "You thought I was out cold; you are like wrestling an alligator when you can’t sleep."

I giggle to that as we hold our gaze on each other, before I tuck my head into his chest, and sleep finds me with no problems.

NEXT MORNING

What I need is packed, and loaded, Jax has loaded his bike and what he needs, now we just have to say bye, and my mother hasn’t shown her face to me all morning.

I talked to Dakota earlier, I’m really going to miss him; But he knows I’ve wanted this and now is my shot to take it and go. Plus, he can come visit whenever he wants.

Taking my mother’s silence as a sign she has nothing to say to me, I don’t bother trying to find her to say bye. It’s a damn shame she is acting like this.

Standing in the driveway with Paul, Dakota, and Jax, my mother finally makes an appearance and beelines straight for me before her arms are around me and the tears sting instantly.

"I’m sorry Macie. I am sorry for not seeing the big picture and only seeing the small." My mom whispers half in a sob.

That pulls a smile to my face, she finally caught onto what I was trying to tell her; You start from the bottom.

She pulls back, her tear-filled eyes search mine, "You have so much fire in you like your father, and I think I might have resented that a little. And resented the fact you threw a skating career away."

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