Page 61 of Unlawful Seduction

Jax proved me somewhat wrong, snuffling after lifting his head.

“We have company,” she breathed, laughing softly in her seductive lilt.

“Never out of range.” I took my time paying attention to her other hardened bud, plucking until she tossed her head back and forth.

Woof. Woof.

“What is he saying?” she breathed.

“That he needs a better show.”

Goddamn, I did adore her laugh, the sound filtering into my eardrums in such a way I was tingling all over. Who the hell did that? Not this dude.

She shifted her knees several times and I finally figured out what she was doing. Attempting to remove the sweatpants on her own. I liked the reminder of the action I was taking, theforbidden zone I’d decided to enter. It was intoxicatingly erotic in my mind.

I continued rubbing back and forth, taking my time to ensure my actions were as gentle as possible when I felt like being a rough bastard. When her breathing changed a few seconds later, a smile curled across my dry lips. She was close, oh-so close.

Now I was also finished with the hindrance of the pants she was wearing, using my foot to jam them down onto the floor. I lifted her from them and she squealed as I carried her closer to the couch. There was a method to my madness.

All the while I continued rubbing, driving the rod past her swollen lips. She was growing wilder with her body’s reactions, coming close to convulsing as she fought to gain some control of her breathing.

I kicked her legs further apart and slid my arm around the front of her thigh, rolling the tip of a single finger around her clit. I wouldn’t be able to continue my actions for long. She had a way of dragging me from my comfort zone and all I could think about was fucking her.

Over. And. Over. Again.

As soon as I pinched her clit, every muscle in her body stiffened. When she tossed her head back, her hair covered my face, the slight tickling adding another layer of throbbing sensations to my stiff cock.

My eyesight was affected, she was driving me so crazy with desire. I pinched and pulled on her clit while continuing to rub the cane against her pussy. She was riding the damn thing, bucking hard against it. I’d never seen anything like it.

I was the one panting, the anticipation of watching her come pushing me to the breaking point.

The moment I knew she was on the edge, I pulled the cane free, cracking her bottom three times in rapid succession.

Her scream was short, but high pitched and she rose onto her toes as the climax swept through her wild and free. While still in the throes of ecstasy, I pushed her forward and over the back of the couch, lifting her off her feet as I crouched down.

I had no intention of wasting a single drop of her sweet cream. I buried my face into her wetness, drinking in her sweet scent and juice that instantly covered my face. I licked her furiously, driving my tongue and fingers deep into her tight channel.

She pounded her hands against the couch and a point of amusement hit me.

Jax wasn’t moving, not budging an inch from our actions. He couldn’t care less. She fueled me with her actions and moans and I couldn’t stop licking. It was like savoring every bit of ice cream before it melted away.

Only when she started coming down from her high did I slow down.

But I wasn’t interested in stopping just yet. With my tongue slickened from her sweetness, I continued feasting while her body writhed. She was close to exhaustion, her sounds becoming muffled. Seeing the goosebumps forming on every inch of her naked skin, I could tell she was close to coming all over again.

I pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking as she pushed up from the couch.

“Son of a bitch. Oh, my God. This is…”

I growled in response, holding her legs wide open until she came down from the high.

As I rose to my full height, first licking my lips then wiping my mouth with my arm, Jax harrumphed, but settled back for a long winter’s nap.

Her breathing remained ragged, a subtle but evocative laugh floating toward me. I allowed her to rest for a few seconds, long enough to remove my clothes. By the time I returned to the couch, she was earnestly attempting to free herself from the couch.

I did it for her, yanking her into a standing position, my cock immediately sliding between her legs. She pressed them together, murmuring softly as she shifted her hips. The slight friction was far too enjoyable, enough so she could make me lose my load.

And I had no intention of allowing her to push me to that point.

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