Page 89 of Assassin

He began pulling off his things, desperately trying to get naked so he could show his woman how he wanted her.

The lust he felt never ended.

Ever.

When he moved at her, and grabbed that G-string, to rip it from her body, he was starving.

“I need you,” he admitted as that tiny piece of material was gone.

With a shove, he landed on the couch, dick out, and ready for her attention.

You didn’t know what fucking was until you let an ex-KGB woman use your body for pleasure. Then, you got to experience life.

As she was above him, she ran her fingers over the tip of his erection, spreading that wetness across the head of his dick.

The whole time, that slickness called to her.

“Yeah, Baby, just like that,” he stated as she drove him wild with lust.

There would never be enough of her.

Ever.

If anything, she knew her way around his body. Jax liked to be touched and more importantly, he liked it when she crawled all over him.

He didn’t mind being her sexy playground. What sane, hot-blooded male would?

As for Aly, she liked being the predator.

The wicked one who chased.

Oh, and that was always welcome.

There was nothing she liked more than the way his eyes dilated, his breath hitched, and his body reacted when she was all over him. Her prey was pretty damn sexy.

While he was trying to distract her…

It was working.

Thankfully, her sexy man loved sex as much as she did.

That was the truth.

As she tormented the hell out of him, Jax held on with very little control. The stress as of late had been brutal, and the need to get off was front and center.

He knew what he needed.

HER.

Jax wanted to just take, diving into that pleasure, but he knew what he needed to do.

Get her off.

There was no one he loved more than his Russian woman. She fed his soul, and made him want to protect her. While Aly was tough, she needed him.

Catching her off guard, he rolled, pinning her beneath him so he could have some fun.

Oh, and he was going to do just that.

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