Page 91 of Undisputed Player
She stirred against me, pressing closer to my warmth, and I felt my resolve strengthen. Whatever it took, I was going to have her living here within the week. Leo too, of course. The kid deserved better than that shithole they were currently calling home.
My hand traced the curve of her spine, fingers ghosting over skin so soft it felt like silk. She'd been so eager despite her inexperience. She'd arched under my touch, begged for more—it had been better than any drug.
But it was more than just the physical perfection of her. It was the way she'd looked at me afterward. Like I was worthy of her trust, her surrender, her body. Like I was someone she found worthy of her love.
Love.
The word hit me like a punch to the gut. I'd never loved anyone before—hadn't thought I was capable of it. But what else could this be? This overwhelming need to possess her, protect her, worship her? This feeling that she completed something in me that I hadn't even known was missing?
I was in love with Estelle Moore. Completely, irrevocably, obsessively in love.
She stirred again, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to taste her, needed to worship her the way she deserved. Needed to remind myself that this wasn't a dream, that she was really here, really mine.
Carefully, I shifted her onto her back, my movements slow and deliberate so I wouldn't wake her just yet. She looked like a goddess spread naked across my sheets—small breasts rising and falling with each breath, nipples still flushed and peaked from my attention last night. The curve of her waist, the soft flare of her hips, the delicate apex of her thighs still glistening with evidence of our coupling.
My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy, still swollen from my cock. Her lips were parted slightly, revealing the glistening pink interior that had gripped me so perfectly last night. She was beautiful everywhere, but here—Christ, here she was perfection incarnate.
I settled between her legs, breathing in the delicious scent of her arousal mixed with my own. The smell went straight to my head—sex and sweetness that I was already addicted to.
Unable to resist any longer, I leaned down and ran my tongue through her slit with a long, slow stroke. She tasted like heaven—sweet and musky and addictive as hell. A soft sound escaped her lips, her body responding even in sleep.
"So fucking good,” I murmured against her flesh, my voice rough with morning gravel and desire. I could eat this pussy for breakfast every single day.
I lapped at her gently, cleaning away the remnants of last night while savoring every drop. She was already getting wetter under my attention, her body remembering the pleasure I'd given her. When I focused on her clit, circling the sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue, her hips lifted slightly off the bed.
Her pussy was perfect—small and tight and so responsive to my touch. Her clit was like a little pearl, already swelling under my attention, and the taste of her arousal was more intoxicating than any wine. I could spend hours exploring her with my tongue, learning every fold and curve, memorizing what made her gasp and moan.
"Jax?" Her voice was sleepy, confused, but breathless with arousal.
"Good morning, princess," I said, not lifting my head from between her thighs. "Just having breakfast."
She whimpered as I sucked her clit into my mouth, her hands flying to my hair. The taste of her flooded my senses, making me groan against her heated flesh. She was like a drug—the more I tasted, the more I needed.
“Jax,” she whined, “what are you doing?”
“Having breakfast,” I repeated, my tongue working her with increasing intensity. "You taste perfect, princess.”
I was drunk on her already, by the way she responded to every touch. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders as I worked her higher, my tongue alternating between broad strokes through her folds and focused attention on her clit.
The way her lips parted for my tongue, the way her entrance clenched when I teased it with the tip—it was like she was made specifically for my mouth.
"So sweet,” I groaned against her, my voice muffled by her flesh. "This pussy tastes so fucking good. I could live between your legs."
When I thrust my tongue inside her, she arched off the bed with a broken moan.
But I wasn't done. I needed more. Needed all of her.
My hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as my tongue moved lower, tracing the path to her asshole. She tensed at the contact, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
"Jax, why?—”
"Shh," I soothed, my breath hot against her sensitive skin. "Let me taste this pretty ass.”
My tongue circled her tight ring of muscle, and she cried out at the foreign sensation. The taste here was different, more intense, more intimate, and it went straight to my head. I was losing myself in the need to claim every part of her body. I’d never felt like this before.
I alternated between her pussy and her ass, my tongue working both holes with hungry desperation. Each taste of her made me more desperate for the next, more drunk on her essence. She was falling apart above me, her moans growing louder, more desperate, and the sound was music to my ears.
Her ass was just as perfect as the rest of her, tight and clean and so responsive to my tongue. The way she clenched when I pressed inside, the broken sounds she made when I rimmed her, it was better than any fantasy I'd ever had.
