Page 49 of Jax

I released a hand to grasp his hair as his tongue worked against my skin, moving lower and lower down my chest, my insides doing flips as every muscle in my body urged him on.

It was only then that I noticed the bright red all over my hand and in Jax’s hair.

“Jax, wait!” I gasped, my body still unfurling underneath him, but my head fought for clarity. I turned and saw the streaks of red running from his arm, down over his hand, and rubbing across the edges of my skin as his hands went to my hips. “You’re bleeding! Jax!” I gave his head a harder tug. “Get off!”

“Ronnie!” Jax snapped, his body springing up onto all fours, towering over me, pinning me down, eyes alive with power and danger, and his voice…. “Don’t stop me now, Ronnie. Not now.”

I didn’t have a choice.

He didn’t wait for my reply, as his hands grabbed my hips, flipped my body with an ease he should not have had, planting my face into the pillow.

I threw my head back to escape from suffocating but found my breath snatched away as cold air blew against my ass, my pants down by knees and an all-knowing awareness that Jax’s jeans had just hit the floor with a thud.

“Ja—”

He thrust forward, not waiting, not asking. No, he took what he wanted, and he slammed straight home.

I was no virgin, but as his cock slammed to the end of my channel, I couldn’t help the shriek that escaped my lips as he filled me to the brim. “Shi—”

He bottomed out and I took half a breath before he thrust back in.

He moved with a speed I couldn’t keep up with, struggling to catch my breath as he rammed in and out, no room for argument, no room for moans or screams.

“Ronnie,” he grunted with each punctuating slam of his dick. “Ronnie. Ronnie. Ronnie.”

My face was shoved into the sheets, barely able to breath, completely unable to move against the storm of Jax, and only able to hear him shout my name as he delivered me every single ounce of pleasure with a painful, undeniable force that had my mind melting and my body crying out in pleasure.

I never understood the phrase “rock my world” until that very moment.

And at the very last moment, I screamed with no voice into the sheets, my body exploding with a thousand orgasms at once as Jax pulled them from me and gave me his own wet heat, feeling things that were beyond comprehension.

Things so good they were sin.

And a man so fierce I couldn’t deny him.

There would be no going back.

Down the rabbit hole we went.

* * *

“Jackson!” I yelled, running, heart beating hard, feet throbbing as cobblestones dug into the arches of my bare feet. “JACKSON!”

“Ronnie?”

My feet dug to a stop, my knees dropping me hard to my side as I failed to stick the landing. Gravel and dirt scrapped and dug into my skin as I slammed hard onto the ground.

“Shit! Ronnie!”

Hands came around my skinny biceps, yanking me up, and throwing my coordination out of whack as he lifted me into his arms.

“Ronnie, what’s wrong?”

I wanted to open my eyes, wanted to investigate the brown ones that were warm, sturdy, and calm. The ones that would tell me everything was okay. Would tell me everything I needed to hear. But as the dust clung to the wetness of my cheeks, the burning behind my lids refusing to open, I clung tight to the denim jacket beneath my small hands.

“She’s gone, Jackson. Mama’s gone!”

My head fell forward, my heart falling out of my chest and onto his as my arms clung to his neck and held on as tight as they could.

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