Page 22 of Mr. Arrogant

He released her and continued his journey. Sofie’s body was his playground. Each kiss sent a shudder of desire to her core. She was so wet, she could feel the traces of her desire on her thighs. Jaxon pushed her legs open, settling on the bed at eye level with her center. His heated gaze met hers, then he lowered his head. His fingers parted her folds, exposing her swollen clit. She arched off the bed, a cry ripping from her at the first touch of this tongue. He guided it through her entire slit, arriving at her swollen bud.

“Look at how wet you are,” he breathed.

His finger rested on her labia, dipping into her wet heat. He pushed it inside her, her muscles closing in around him. He withdrew it and licked the digit clean. She groaned, watching his pleased expression.

“And you think that I need any other pussy when I have this one?”

Another stroke of his tongue. Sofie gripped the blanket beneath her. She widened her legs, wanting Jaxon to have full access to her. He peppered small kisses along her inner thighs, then returned to her pussy. He captured her clit with his mouth, suckling it.

“Jaxon!” she cried out.

Her hips lifted to meet him. He released her, his finger rubbing her swollen bundle of nerves.

“Tell me, Sofie. This pussy belongs to me?”

“No,” she moaned.

“No?” He arched an eyebrow at her. His lips, moistened by her wetness, curved into a smirk. He pressed two fingers into to her opening this time.

A deep groan escaped her at the invasion.

“I want you to think of your answer again, Sofie.”

“We agreed,” she gasped.

His fingers sank deep inside her. She slowly gyrated her hips against his hand, taking her pleasure.

“We agreed only while we were here,” she said.

“Do you still want that?”

His fingers set a slow, steady pace. She grunted, her head thrown back against the bed while her hips sought more than what he offered. Her core was needy and wanted more than his fingers. She wanted to feel the pulse of his thick cock pressing far into her.

Jaxon’s lips closed around her clit again, and he continued to fuck her with his fingers.

Sofie cried out, unable to think. He was asking her an important question, but she couldn’t form a complete sentence.

“Sofie, I asked you a question,” he demanded.

“This isn’t fair,” she gasped.

“You will answer me,” he growled.

“Not now,” she pleaded. Talking wasn’t what she wanted now.

“What do you want now, Sofie? If you don’t want to have a conversation now, tell me what you want,” he said.

The bastard. He knew what she wanted.

“I need to come. Jaxon, please. Make me come,” she pleaded.

Sofie raised her head and met his gaze. His eyes were so dark, she could have sworn they were black. He lowered his head and feasted on her. Her cries and pleas filled the air.

Jaxon worked her body over, leaving her trembling, her words incomprehensible and weakening. He soon brought her to her climax, her body detonating. She screamed, her muscles tightening, her legs wrapping around his head while she flew to the heavens.

Sofie flopped back onto the bed a sweaty mess. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she attempted to regain control of her breathing.

But Jaxon wasn’t done with her.

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