Page 17 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

He shifts onto his knees, lifting my pelvis with him, keeping my legs spread for his viewing pleasure. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me in place as he watches his cock slide in and out of me, slick with my arousal. The sight drives him mad, and I reap the benefits.

“Look how wet you are for me,” he groans, his pace growing wild. “Look at you, split open on my cock, just the way you need it.”

He spits on my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head. God, I missed that move. There’s something about the way Jax spits on my cunt while he’s destroying it that lights up every nerve in my body.

His thumb rubs circles over my clit as our bodies slam together. The headboard bangs against the wall, joining the cacophony of Enzo and Luca still going at it in the next room. Together, we might actually bust through the wall, and I don’t give a shit.

This man fucks like a god. He could tear the world apart with his dick in my pussy, and I’d be happy for it.

“Your cunt is choking me, baby. Are you sure you didn’t miss me?” His words tease, his pace relentless.

My walls flutter around him, and he slows down just enough to threaten that he’ll stop if I don’t answer him.

“No! Jax, keep going,” I plead.

He sucks on his thumb, his cock gliding into me with slow, deliberate strokes. He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me what I want to hear, Peach, and I’ll give you the world.”

Oh, god.

He picks up the pace again, each thrust more intense than the last. The fire in my core reignites, burning hotter with every movement.

“Say it, baby.” He kisses me, his lips demanding. He grabs my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. His thumb returns to my clit, drawing tight, torturous circles. “Fucking say it because this pussy is mine. You know it is. She’s crying for me, Peach.”

It’s true. I haven’t been this wet in years, and with just one touch, I’m Niagara Falls. But he slows down again, and I swear I might cry.

My eyes snap open, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Fuck you. Yes.” I glare at him, anger flaring in my eyes, but triumph dances in his. “I fucking missed you, and I hate you for it.”

Jax releases my hands, his grip shifting to my throat as he pounds into me like his life depends on it. He hooks one of my legs over his arm, driving his cock deeper, and I swear I feel him swell inside me.

Is it possible for dicks to grow during sex? Because it feels like my cunt just became a cock extender. The thought vanishes as my orgasm crashes over me, consuming me entirely.

“That’s it, Peach. Give it to me,” he growls. His eyes, dark as the night, lock onto mine, swallowing me whole. My mouth drops open, and I mewl with every pulse of my cunt around his cock.

“Wake up this entire motel so they can hear how beautiful you sound when you come for me.”

The strain in his face tells me he’s close, his body trembling as he holds back his release. I dig my nails into his back, pulling him deeper into me. My sensitive clit rubs against the coarse hair of his pubic bone, and I know I’m seconds away from another orgasm.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he rasps.

I bite his shoulder, muffling my cries as I curl into him. My breasts slide against his chest, and he grips the headboard, using it for leverage as he pounds into me with abandon.

“Are you ready for my cum, baby?” He sucks my nipple hard, and I yelp my answer.

“Play with your clit, Peach. Come with me. I fucking need it, baby. You don’t know how badly I need you.”

His voice is raw, desperate, and it pushes me over the edge. My hand finds my clit, and the combined sensation of his cock, his thrusts, and my touch sends me spiraling.

My walls clench around him, and he groans, his release filling me in hot, shuddering waves.

“Fill me up, Jax,” I whisper, locking my ankles behind his back. “Give me every drop.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his face buried in my neck. Each grunt sends shivers across my skin as we ride the last ripples of pleasure together. “Delaney,” he murmurs my name with reverence as we collapse onto the bed.

We lie there, tangled together, sharing quiet breaths. His hand strokes my cheek, his eyes searching mine. For a moment, the anger and pain between us fade, replaced by something raw and undeniable.

But I can’t let go of the resentment, the betrayal. It’s easier to hold onto the anger than face the truth of what I feel for him.

I turn my head away, breaking the fragile connection between us. Jax lets me slip off the bed, but he doesn’t let me fall too far into the bitterness.

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