Page 43 of Dirty Pucking Tease

It was crazy how quickly he'd learned me, and he knew how hot his words made me. Or maybe that was just a thing all women liked. I pushed the thought out of my mind before I lost my focus—the focus of an orgasm.

Jax: Right now, I can't get the image of you on your knees in front of me with my cock stuffed down your throat out of my head.

Fuck. A rush of heat surged through me, settling between my thighs.

Jax: Your big blue eyes begging for more.

Jax: Begging for me to fill your throat with my cum.

Holy fuck. I slid my fingers down to my entrance, slowly pumping them in and out. My entire body trembled as my backarched, and I gasped. I could end this quickly. I knew my body, and I could get myself off in seconds, but I didn't want to.

Jax: You have no idea how badly I want to come to your tent.

Kaia: And what would you do?

Jax: First, I'd kiss you until I sucked all the oxygen from your lungs.

Kaia: And then?

I bit down on my bottom lip as I added another finger to add to the slow torture.

Jax: I would taste every inch of your perfect body. Starting with your mouth and working my way down to your soaking wet pussy.

Jax: I already know how sweet you taste.

I whimpered as my fingers stroked my clit.

Jax: I would hold you down and torture your clit until your body vibrated against my mouth.

Jax: Until you cum all over my face, and then I do it again, but this time I'd use my finger to stretch that tight little pussy.

Jax: To get it ready for my cock.

I was so close. He grunted.

He grunted.

I could hear him, and that only added fuel to my fire. I rubbed my clit as I pictured him stroking himself.

Kaia: And then?

Jax: And then I would grab your hips and force you to take every inch of my cock.

My abs clenched, and my breath hitched as I cried out his name. As my body went limp in satisfied exhaustion. Jax grunted, and I knew he'd finished, too.

Kaia: Good night, Jax.

Jax: Good night, Kai.

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Leaning forward, I tugged at the laces of my skates as Cam dropped into the seat beside me. "How was practice?" She asked, slumping back into the seat and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Brutal." I groaned as I peeled my skates off. My gaze flicked to her feet. No skates. It wasn't like Cam not to skate. She skated every morning. It was part of her exercise routine. "Have you heard from Trystan?"

"No." Cam shook her head. "But I didn't really expect to." She forced a smile as her gaze flicked out to the rink at the same time Owen and Jax hit the ice skating toward us.

Cam was different since Trystan left. There was always a light around Cam. In all the years I'd known her, I'd never seen her truly sad, but Trystan left a week ago, and the minute he disappeared on that bus, the light left her eyes. I wished I knew how to make it better.

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