Page 45 of His Secret Obsession

“Does it make you wet knowing I’m going to make them stand outside and wait while I finger this needy pussy?”

“No,” I lie. It doesn’t sound very convincing, not when I release a strangled moan and jerk my hips forward. He gives me a knowing, satisfied smirk through the mirror before grasping the corners of my black, lace panties and tugging. A ripping sound fills the air around us, and cool air caresses my aching pussy. He pockets the torn fabric, and I stare at him in a trance, my lips parted. I haven’t done anything, but my breathing quickens anyway.

I watch through the mirror as he runs a hand down my thigh. Instead of diving between my legs, he hitches one leg up, guiding it until my high-heeled foot rests on the edge of the marble sink. It puts me on display in a way I’m not used to, and it makes my mouth dry. I lean my body back, trusting Jax to hold me up. The heavy weight of his dark gaze drinks me in as his lungs drag in a strained breath. My arousal glistens under the dim light of the bathroom, making my cheeks flush.

“Touch me already.” I wiggle impatiently.

“Hush, and let me look my fill.”

Despite his admonishment, one hand dips into the top of my dress, sliding down to cup my breast. He rolls a nipple under his thumb while his other hand finds its way between my open legs. His middle finger glides through my slit, gathering my arousal and swirling it around my clit. A burst of sensations shoots through my body, and I buck my hips with a gasp.

There’s something incredibly arousing about watching his hand flex in the mirror as it moves between my legs.

“Jax,” I moan.

“You’re going to come before we leave this room. I want you reeling from the aftershocks when you walk out of here and tell your date you’re going home with me.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, a trembling whimper escaping as his finger continues to circle. The friction feels so, so good.

His middle finger slips inside me while his thumb rubs circles on my clit. I gasp as he pumps his finger in and out, the movements of his hand gradually picking up speed. My head falls back on his shoulders, and I shut my eyes. Behind me, I can feel him grind his erection into my ass.

“Eyes on me.”

But I can’t. I can’t concentrate on what he’s saying. He’s pushing me higher and higher. My hips buck once, my legs beginning to tremble as the white-hot pressure builds. I want to rock my hips into his touch, but I’m afraid I’ll fall if I move too much.

A sudden, aching sting blossoms across my pussy, and I yelp. My eyes fly open, and I gape at Jax’s heated glare in the mirror. His palm comes down on my pussy again, delivering a punishing slap that makes me cry out. Following behind the sting, a burst of pleasure.

“You slapped me!”And I liked it?

He arches an eyebrow. “I want the image of me fingering this soaking wet pussy seared in your brain.” His middle finger slipsback inside, his hand pumping while his thumb strokes my clit. His eyes never leave mine in the mirror. I’m quickly hurtling towards the edge again, gasping for breath as a flush spreads across my face. It feels incredibly intimate to watch this play out through the reflection of the glass. My eyelids begin to droop.

“Don’t you dare take those pretty eyes off me.” They spring open at the bite in his tone. More arousal floods me, and the sound of his fingers moving inside me is obscene.

“Jax, please.” Every stroke of his fingers pushes me closer to the edge, and my orgasm is right there. It’s so close that the idea of him stopping again ismaddening.

Ineed.

Even as he leans down, his mouth sucking on the skin of my collarbone, his eyes continue to bore into mine. My forearms tighten around his neck, my nails digging into his skin. My mind, always so busy and loud, becomes blissfully quiet as I’m pulled into a hazy fog where the only thing that exists is the heat building in my groin. All my worries ebb like a receding tide as I give into the bliss. His finger curls inside me, hitting a new spot that makes me mewl.

“Jax! Oh God, oh God.”

I’m chanting his name and whispering soft pleas. I don’t really know what I’m saying, just that the words are tumbling out of me.

“Don’t stop…Please, please.”

“Look at you,” he pulls his mouth away from my skin to croon in my ear. “Such a desperate, needy little thing. You going to be a good girl and come on my fingers?”

I cry out then, a keening wail as the orgasm crashes over me like a riptide. The force of the searing pleasure surprises me, taking my breath away and making my pussy spasm around the finger still pumping inside me. I’m vaguely aware of my arousal coating his fingers as he whispers sweet-nothings in my ear.

My body is floating.

When I sigh, Jax pulls his finger out of me, and it glistens with evidence of what just happened. I watch through the mirror as he brings his finger to his lips, his eyes fluttering shut on an appreciative moan as the digit disappears inside his mouth. Heat creeps across my cheeks. But the hunger in his eyes emboldens me with the need to return the favor. Releasing my arms from around his neck and pulling my leg off the counter, I spin around on wobbly legs. His hands immediately find my waist, holding me in his steady grip.

When I begin to tug at the silver buttons of his uniform pants, his hands gently grasp mine. I give him a questioning look as he shakes his head.

“I want to touch you,” I tell him.

He chuckles. “Trust me, I want that too, but I want to be inside you the first time you make me come. And I’m not taking you here. I want you comfortable in my bed.”

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