Page 37 of Jax
Her walls clamped down, pulsing around me, tighter than a fucking vise. I felt her go rigid, right at the edge.
I smacked her pussy, and that was it—she shattered, screaming my name so loud it rattled my chest.
Her body seized around me, hot and wet, milking me until I lost it too. A roar tore out of me, raw and unrestrained, as I slammed into her one last time and spilled deep, filling her with every pulse of my release.
The world went white-hot, sweat dripping down my spine, my cock throbbing inside her while her spasms dragged every drop from me.
I finally dragged us back on the mattress so my legs were no longer hanging off it. The sheets bunched under my ass, and the frame creaked as I shifted. Then I flipped her, rough and quick, until she was straddling me on all fours. Facing away, hair wild, and tumbling over her shoulders. Her knees dug into the mattress on either side of my hips, ass in the air and pussy glistening, already painted with her last release.
“Forward.” My hands were like iron on her hips. I guided her down, forcing her spine into a bow, her ass tipped up and her chest dipping low. “Wider. As far as you can go.”
She obeyed, thighs sliding over the sheets until her slick folds brushed the thick head of my cock. The faintest kiss of heat, the tip pressed right against her entrance. Just that touch made my jaw clench. I was still steel-hard even after already coming inside her once. My body didn’t know the meaning of finished when it came to her.
“Such a good girl,” I praised.
I dragged my palm down over the welted heat of her ass, admiring the shape my hand had left earlier, red and perfect.
“Hot as fuck,” I growled, my cock twitching. “Seeing my handprint on this sexy little ass while I fuck you deep. Branding you inside and out.”
Then I hauled her down as I thrust up, slamming home to the root in one savage move. She screamed, her nails clawing the sheets. Her knees slipped wider, opening her even more, forcing her sex to clamp down on me so brutally tight that it bordered on pain.
It took real effort to drag my dick from her vise-like grip. “Pretty little pussy doesn’t want to let me go, does it?” Then I slammed back in, my hips meeting her ass with a smack. “That’s it. Take it all, baby. Until I’m buried so deep you’ll never get me out.”
My hands slid up her belly, caught her tits, and pulled her chest back toward me. She arched, helpless as I fondled her breasts roughly—my palms squeezing and fingers twisting her nipples hard, tugging until she wailed, her cries hoarse and broken.
The feel of her was in-fucking-sane. Stretching around me, choking my shaft, and clenching like her body had been made for one cock and one cock only—mine. Sweat slicked our skin, every snap of my hips against her ass was echoed by the slam of the bed into the wall. The smell of us—raw, heavy, and musky—flooded the room like smoke after fire. And the taste of her wasstill on my tongue, her orgasm sweet in my mouth, fueling the feral drive tearing through me.
“So fucking tight. You’re choking my dick, Lark.” I pinched her nipples until she cried out again. “Tell me again. Say it while I’m inside you. Who do you belong to?”
She was sobbing my name over and over, nails tearing at my thighs as she shoved herself back against me, desperate to meet every thrust.
“Don’t stop, Jaxton,” she cried, her voice breaking. “Fuck me full, please. I need it—I need you inside me.”
I grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming her down to meet every brutal drive of my cock. Her back bowed, head thrown back, throat bared. I rutted into her like an animal desperate to breed its mate. The thought hit me then, violent and unstoppable.
Holy shit.
An image formed in my mind—her belly swollen with me, marked forever. Mine, in every fucking way.
It almost finished me right there. I bit down on my snarl, clinging to the ragged edges of control, determined to hold until I felt her shatter first.
I bent low, my teeth grazing her shoulder. “Come, baby. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
Her cries pitched high, a litany of yes, yes, yes—until her whole body convulsed, her pussy spasming around me. She broke apart hard, screaming my name, her heat gripping me like she never wanted to let go. “Jax!”
I gritted my teeth, riding the edge of my own release—but holding it back for just another second, because the next wave would be the one that fucked her full.
Her spasms around me dragged a curse from deep in my chest. Every clench of her slick heat was like a fist milking me, and it finally dragged me straight over the cliff.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! Yes, baby! Fuck!”
I locked my hand over her lower belly, splaying my fingers wide until my palm covered the soft skin right above where we were joined. My other hand clamped hard on her hip, holding her down, making her take every brutal inch as I slammed into her deep enough to bump her cervix.
“Gonna fill you up, baby.” My voice was so rough, it sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. “Breed you. Make you mine in every way.”
She whimpered, still shuddering through her orgasm, and pushed back into me like she wanted it, needed it. “Please, Jaxton. Don’t stop.”
Her plea tore the last bit of control from me. I drove in one final time, grinding against her while my cock pulsed thick and hot. The release ripped through me in violent waves. I held her crushed against me, buried to the hilt, as my come spilled into her—spurt after spurt, filling her so full I swore I could feel her body drinking it down.
