Page 16 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

The growl from the man between my legs is a sound of pure satisfaction. His approval only deepens when I pinch my nipple. His mouth clamps down hard on my clit, and my jaw drops as my breath catches. The pleasure coils deep in my core, a mounting pressure I can’t ignore.

Sucking turns to licking, and two fingers thrust inside me with practiced precision.

God, I can feel how wet I am—even in this dream.

I roll my hips, matching the rhythm of my partner’s skilled movements. I want to open my eyes, to watch him, but they’re soheavy. If I open them, the dream will end before I come, and I can’t have that.

Bang. Bang. Bang. A rhythmic thumping echoes from the wall behind me, faint but unmistakable. Muffled groans and moans follow, distant and distorted, like they’re coming from underwater.

My partner picks up the pace, and so do I, pressing my feet into the mattress to grind against him. A strong hand presses down on my thigh, keeping me open for him. That touch, that control, gives away his identity.

“Jax.” His name is a breathy whisper on my lips. God, this man was put on Earth to eat pussy.

“Open your eyes, Peach.” His breath cools the wet heat between my thighs. He pauses to kiss the inside of my leg, his tongue teasing my sensitive skin. His fingers never falter, their rhythm deliberate and relentless.

“Please, Jax,” I beg, my grip on sleep slipping.

“Look at me, baby. Let me see those beautiful hazel eyes when you come.”

His tongue circles my clit again, a wet, maddening rhythm. My eyes flutter open, and I’m met not with my familiar bedroom, but a ceiling that is a stranger to me. A brown water stain marks one corner, a reminder of a roof long overdue for repairs.

But all thoughts of the shoddy motel vanish when his tongue flicks hard and fast over my clit. His fingers thrust deeper, and I brace myself with one hand on the headboard. My other hand tangles in his hair—it’s just as soft as I remembered.

“Fuck, Jax, don’t stop,” I whine, not caring how desperate I sound. This will be the best orgasm I’ve had since Enzo, and I swear I’ll set this motel on fire if anyone takes it away from me.

Fully awake now, the muffled groans and banging from the next room register clearly. I know that sound. Enzo is fucking Luca, and the walls of my pussy clench at the thought.

“You hear them, baby?” Jax pauses just long enough to torture me with his words.

Enzo’s deep, possessive voice filters through the wall. Luca’s groans follow, breathy and wanton. Then Enzo says,“Good boy,”in a tone that makes me fucking lose it.

Heat floods my body, radiating out from my core as my orgasm overtakes me. My entire body trembles, my cries filling the air. Jax knows I’m coming—of course he does—but I still have to say it, to declare that this award-winning tongue has me unraveling beneath him.

All while my two exes fuck each other into oblivion just a wall away.

It’s real-life Moanster23, and I wish it were in hi-def surround sound. Hell, I wish they were here—with us—so I could watch, hear them clearly… join them.

“Yes, Jax. Keep going.” My hips buck against him as I chase the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Please. Don’t stop.”

I have to be soaking his face. My god, I might actually die from this—and I’d happily march into hell if it meant living off the memory of Jax’s mouth on me.

I’ve thought about this moment a thousand times, replayed it while I made myself come. But nothing compares to the real thing.

As my climax wanes, I reach for him, but he’s already moving. He kisses his way up my body, leaving wet trails along my skin and breasts before his lips claim mine.

“Fuck me, Jax, or I won’t be able to breathe.”

His cock slips into me in one smooth thrust, and we pass our shared moans back and forth as our mouths move in coordination like we never missed a day of this.

I clench around him, and a guttural growl escapes his throat. The rhythmic rock of his hips drives him deep, so deep that I know my next orgasm will hit me like a collapsing building.

“Tell me you missed me, Peach.” His voice is husky, tinged with desperation.

“No.”

I refuse to give him that. He left me standing at the altar like a jackass, clueless about what was happening. He doesn’t get to know how that devastated me, how I cried for him, knowing he couldn’t come back to me.

I rake my nails down his back, and he slams into me harder. “You can lie all you want, sweet Peach, but this pussy won’t lie to me.”

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