Page 58 of His Secret Obsession

“Maddie.” My name is a silent command, firm and determined.

I giggle, giving him an exaggerated, playful pout. My fingers trail down his still-clothed body. “It’s so hard for you to look and not touch, isn’t it?” I stop at his open belt buckle.

“You’re up to no good,” he growls. His hips arch up just a little, a silent demand for friction.

I unzip his jeans, and he lifts his ass off the couch, helping me so I can shimmy the thick denim and boxers down to his ankles. I pause, admiring the thick muscles of his thighs. His girthy cock is pointing up, drops of precum sliding down his shaft. Leaning forward, I let my naked breasts scrape across the soft fabric of his shirt. “I don’t like watching other women flirt with you,” I admit, my voice a raspy whisper. “I don’t want them touching you or inviting you to dinner.” I wrap my hand around his cock, my thumb spreading precum around his head.

He moans, his eyes half-lidded. “But I didn’t even notice—”

“I don’t even want them looking at you and thinking they have a chance.”

His eyes flicker open, his breaths coming out faster as he watches me.

“This is mine.” I give his cock a firm squeeze, then begin stroking his shaft.

His lips part, a whoosh of air escaping his mouth. “It’s yours. Use it.” His whisper is strained. “Use me.”

His tone is thick with desire, his words sending a punch of heat through my core that has me clenching. Tightening my grip on his shaft, I give him a few more strokes before pulling away. I lean back until my ass is resting on my heels, ignoring his growling protest that stutters off when I slide my palms up my belly. Cupping my heavy breasts, I squeeze them, my thumbs swirling around my nipples.

“I’m going to make myself feel good. And you’re going to be a good boy and watch.”

“Maddie. Fuck.” His body vibrates with tension, as if the act of restraining himself is painful. Then his jaw clenches as he watches my hands knead my breasts. He grabs onto the decorative pillow behind him, his fingers digging into the fabric before moaning, low and needy. “Please,” he whispers. “Please, let me touch you.”

My movements stutter as I bite back a groan. I feel like a queen on a throne as I stare down at him, my clit aching at the realization of how much power I can yield over this man. This strong, unflappable, unmovable man. Begging for me.

My hands slide back down my torso, one of them slipping between the lips of my pussy. I hiss at the burst of sensation as I trail a finger through my wet arousal and circle it around my throbbing clit. Jax whines, and the sound nearly makes me come on the spot.

“Consider this penance for letting that woman flirt with you. Only good boys get to touch.”

I barely recognize myself as I continue circling my finger around my clit, a quiet whimper pulled from my throat as the pressure builds. I’m so wet, I can hear the squelch as my fingers move. Jax’s breathing is unsteady, his eyes glued to the steady movements of my fingers.

“I—fuck,” he barks. “I didn’t even realize—please, baby, just let me touch it. I only have eyes for you.” His pleas are so sexy, I nearly give in. If I give him the signal, he’ll make me feel so good. He’ll have me screaming his name and clenching around his fingers.

“I’ll make you forget she was ever here,” he promises, his raspy voice coming out in a pant. He soundsdesperate.“Get that sweet pussy up here and ride my face.”

I blink through the haze of pleasure.

“No touching,” I reiterate. His look of disappointment reminds me of a kid who was just told he had to eat his vegetables before he could have dessert.

Circling my other hand around his shaft, my fingers trace along the bulging ridges of blue veins. I begin to stroke him again, making sure to brush along the underside of his head. It twitches in my hands, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. Scooting forward a few inches, I let his hard cock slip between my thighs. Grinding my pussy over his shaft, I throw my head back with a quiet cry. Heat pools in my belly as I begin the slow climb towards my orgasm.

“Are you going to come?” Jax asks. “Put me inside you. Come on my cock.”

I shake my head, the fog of pleasure making it impossible for me to talk.

“Maddie.” He growls my name. When his hands leave their place to reach for me, I freeze. I give him a warning look, and he pauses.

“Should I stop? I can always finish this in private,” I taunt.

“God-fucking-dammit. You’re killing me.” He looks like a wild man now, his restraint on thin ice. I’m hit with a surge of triumph when his hands return to their spot above his head. He gives me a dark look. “Go ahead and play out your little game,but just know that you’re not getting away with this. I’m going to fuck you so good.”

I shiver, and he gives me a knowing smirk.

He curses when I gently squeeze my fingers around the head of his cock, guiding it to bump against my clit. His eyes glaze over, his lips parting on a silent moan as I continue to stroke. Every swipe of his cockhead over my clit has me whimpering. My hips begin to thrust, matching the rhythm of my movements.

“Maddie.” He sounds desperate again, his whiny pleas tumbling out in one swift breath. “Maddie, Maddie… Maddie, please. Put me inside you. Don’t come yet.”

I hit the peak of my climax then, my orgasm washing over me in delicious waves. The pleasure spreads outwards, my toes curling as my pussy clenches. I throw my head back on a mewling whimper, my movements slowing as I let the sensations wash over me. Beneath me, Jax curses. I’m vaguely aware that he’s calling out my name, telling me howbadI am.

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