Page 104 of Jax

“Fuck, babe,” Jax growled, his sweet, hot voice deep in the shell of my ear. Moist lips nibbled on the bottom of my earlobe, and I wanted to push back against him. His long, hot chest kept me facedown in the sheets, his hips stirring an unrelenting force inside of me.

This wasn’t Jax’s alter ego. This wasn’t his dark side. This was just a hot, horny Jax who was needing me as bad as I was needing him. And even though there was no pain, no punishment, and no rewards, the sex was just as demanding and hot and lustful as any other sex we’d had before.

It was raw. It was pure. And, fuck, this boy was showing me he had more tricks than a freaking show pony.

“Jax, wait!” I huffed, feeling my head swirling from the lack of oxygen. My hand reached back, rapping around his stone-hard forearm.

“Ain’t no rest for the wicked, baby,” Jax groaned back. “And by damn, you’re wicked.”

His hips moved harder. It didn’t take long for that overwhelming pleasure to build higher and higher inside of me. I couldn’t even feel his punishing thrusts any longer, just the pleasure it brought, until my voice was mumbling in delirium, my body moving against his until I could finally reach that edge and….

I screamed harder than the sheets could stop as I went tumbling over. The explosion burst from my stomach and wave after wave reached every fingertip and toe.

Jax, a few hard thrusts later, followed me over, his cock pulsing hot and hard in my throbbing pussy as I wrung him dry. He groaned with it, and I could feel him riding out his orgasm as his weight collapsed down on top of my aching back. My muscles moaned at his mass, and my skin reeled at the hot, sweaty feel of him. But I didn’t shove him off; I didn’t have the energy or the will.

“Fuck,” Jax whispered, his long hair brushing against the side of my face.

“Fuck, yeah…,” I turned my head just enough to catch my breath from the fresh air rather than through the sheets.

Jax’s brown eyes and sweat-greased hair met my own tender gaze, as they wandered over my face with that after-sex glaze.

“What?” I was sure my face was like the ripe red tomatoes the neighbors back home won the wholesale competition with every year.

“You look like the Johnson’s tomatoes.” He smirked.

I burst out laughing, though it was more of a wheeze due to my lack of energy.

Jax rolled off me but didn’t leave my side. He peered down with a puzzled look. “What?”

“Nothing,” I chuckled, rolling onto my back and closer into his chest, giving him a light pat on the way. His jacket had disappeared, and I wondered where on the stairs I would find it later.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

“Two peas in a pod.” Jax smiled, leaning his nose down to touch mine. He rubbed against it, causing my nose to twitch, and a sneeze begin to brew.

“You a-ah—” I sneezed mid-sentence, covering my nose with my elbow to catch the flying grossness, as Jax let out a happy, sadistic laugh. “You know what that does to me!”

“It’s why I did it.”

Jax just managed to dodge my swing as he dropped off the edge of the bed into a barrel roll, spinning himself out onto his feet with way too much smoothness and ease.

“Ass.”

“But a nice ass.” He turned to give myself a clear view of a very nice ass.

“Is that… a pair of hands?” I propped myself up onto my elbows, squinting my eyes as if I could zoom in on the pair of manly hands that seemed to be holding up both of his rock-hard cheeks. They were grey scaled and seemed to come out of his other tattoos like a parting sea, with light rays and clouds in the background behind it.

“What can I say?” Jax poked his head over his shoulder to flash me what he must have assumed was his panty-dropping smile. “It’s God given.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever, Judas,” I scoffed, finding some strength in my legs to swing them off the edge of the bed and prop myself upright.

“Judas?” Jax tutted, turning to face me with a hand propped on his slim, taut hips. “Don’t you mean, Jesus?”

“Nope,” I popped. “If someone were to offer you a nice pair of tits and a round ass, you’d drop Jesus’ ass right away.”

“Well.” Jax shrugged. “Wouldn’t any normal man?”

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