Page 93 of Assassin

Right.

Here.

“Aly, Baby,” he whispered, struggling to focus through that pleasure.

He was holding his breath as he waited for her mouth to devour him.

No one gave head like Alyona.

It was perfection and what he craved.

Yeah, he needed this more than anything.

“Please,” he begged, as she continued to stroke.

Jax desperately needed Alyona’s mouth on him. He craved that stroke of her tongue against his heated flesh and the way she teased the head of his dick.

She was wicked.

Oh, and she liked to tease him.

There was no doubt that he was desperate. Jax was dying to feel the wet heat of her mouth taking him. There had never been a woman who had that perfect chemistry with him.

But her.

It was why he craved moments like this.

“Please,” he begged, as she roughly stroked him.

He wanted this more than he wanted to breathe. It was like that each time they came together. No matter the stress, or situation.

Their bodies just knew they were a perfect fit.

Desperately, he wanted her to hurry up so that he could be down her throat.

He craved it all.

“Yes! More!” he begged, as she continued to slowly, torturously stroke him.

Jax laid there, staring at her between his legs, and he was shaking. That pleasure was threatening to own him, and Jax was too weak to stop it.

Jax wanted more.

He was greedy like that.

“Aly! Please! Don’t be a dick tease. I need your mouth!”

She offered to give him some relief.

“Let me show you, Jax,” she said, her tongue swirling around the tip of his erection. The whole time, she was appreciative of how he was hovering over her, protecting her this entire trip.

Now, it was time to pay him back.

The wicked torment stole his breath.

Because he wasn’t ready when she deep throated him, his head dropped back as she swallowed him to the base of his erection.

Jesus.

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