Page 85 of Undisputed Player
Then he was dropping to his knees before me, his hands sliding up under my dress to grip my hips. The sight of him kneeling at my feet, this powerful man who commanded respect wherever he went, was almost too much to process.
His hands moved to my ankles, fingers working the delicate straps of the red-bottomed heels quickly. "Can't have you falling.”
He slipped the first shoe off, then the other. The Louboutins hit the marble floor behind him with soft thuds, the signature red soles glinting in the moonlight.
I settled my feet flat on the ground, the cool marble feeling like liberation. It sent a strange sense of pleasure through my system, being free of the confining death shoes.
"Much better," he appraised, rough palms sliding up my calves with reverent slowness. "Now I can worship you properly."
He slid his hands all the way up my legs, stopping to possessively grip my upper thighs.
“Lift your dress for me," he commanded softly, blue eyes burning as they met mine.
With shaking hands, I gathered the emerald fabric, pulling it up to my waist. The cool air hit my skin, and I felt exposed. But the way he looked at me made me feel beautiful.
“Yes,” he breathed, his hands sliding up my thighs to rest at the edge of my simple cotton panties. “I knew you’d be this beautiful.”
His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, barely touching my skin, but it was enough to make me squirm. I'd never been touched like this before, never felt anything like the fire building in my core.
"I'm going to take these off now," he said, his voice rough with restraint. “Okay?”
I nodded, and he peeled my panties down my legs. The fabric was soaked and shiny, evidence of how much he’d done to me, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment.
His hands spread my thighs wider, and I was completely exposed under his hungry gaze. His fingers finally touched me, parting my folds with gentle pressure. I whimpered at the ticklish feeling.
“You’re all wet," he cooed, filled with teasing wonder. "Soft and ready.”
He used both thumbs to spread me wider, studying me like I was precious and filthy all at once. I could feel myself getting wetter under his intense stare, could feel how my body responded to being so thoroughly examined.
"This little clit," he crooned, his thumb barely grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Already so swollen for me."
I gasped at the foreign contact, hips jerking involuntarily. He chuckled darkly, repeating the motion and looking up to watch my face contort with pleasure.
"And this tight little hole," he continued, his finger circling my untouched entrance without penetrating. "Soaked for me.”
He pressed just the tip of his finger inside, and I whimpered at the intrusion. He was so careful in working me open.
"There you go, princess," he encouraged, his thick finger sliding deeper. "Let me feel how tight you are."
His other hand continued to hold my folds open, thumb brushing over my clit in circles while his finger explored my depths.
Even just a single finger felt big and intrusive inside of me, the friction of it pumping in and out making me lean helplessly against the door and moan out. It felt too good to be real—I was going to get addicted to this.
Then something hot and wet slid over my clit. I moaned sharply—it was his tongue, sliding through my folds and flicking lightly over my clit. The sensation was so intense, my hands flew to his hair to hold him there
“Jax!” I cried, my hips rutting forward against his mouth.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves everywhere. His tongue was wet, long, and impossibly hot as he licked flatly over my clit, continuing to gently slide his finger in and out of me.
“You taste like fucking sin,” he growled against my clit, the words muffled. “I’m gonna eat you out for hours… This pussy is mine.”
He looked and sounded almost drunk, eyes half-lidded as he lickedeverywhere, his tongue replacing his finger to push into my entrance.
I knocked my head back, completely at his mercy. The moonlight cast his knelt form in silver, making all of this feel like a dream. But the constant pleasure to my clit made it clear this was real.
I gripped his blond hair, watching as he switched his tongue for a finger again, this time adding a second one as he stretched me. I hissed, and his blue eyes flickered up to meet mine, strangely feeling like home.
“You’re so tight, you’re going to squeeze my big cock,” he rumbled, leaning back in to flick my clit quickly with his tongue.
