Page 58 of The Souls We Claim
You deserve a happy home too.
“What if I said yes?”
“Take a breath,” I say as I ponder her question before simultaneously removing the nipple clamps.
She does as I say and gasps at the sting. “Ah.”
I crawl back a little, then grab her hips to flip her over onto her stomach. Her renewed laughter goes straight to my cock. Guess making sad brats happy is my jam.
“If you said yes, then I’d have to do this.” I move farther down the bed and bite her ass.
Arianne jiggles her legs, trying to throw me off. Her heels kick my ass, but I keep on pressing my lips to her cheeks.
“Jax,” she gasps a little too loudly.
And Lola stirs. Murmuring from her crib. We both freeze, and then I place my lips next to Arianne’s ear. “You wake her with your shenanigans before we both come, and I’ll definitely spank your ass.”
Arianne wiggles her butt, turns to face me, and whispers, “Then you better get on with it.”
Her fucking smile has pressure building in my balls. I squeeze my cock, trying to ease the ache that feels too good. I’ve never been an easy trigger, but it appears that with Arianne, all bets are off as to how long I can last. Which says a lot seeing as, at my greediest, I’ve been with three women at once.
Perhaps all you really need is the right one. Not three wrong ones.
The thought hits me hard and fast.
I’m not looking for the right one.
But it looks like she might already be here in my bed anyway.
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ARIANNE
Jax yanks the pillow from beneath my head and places it beneath my hips. His hands hold me firmly, the pads of his fingers gripping my butt cheeks. I can feel the hairs on his legs and knees brushing my thighs as he tilts my hips enough that he can ease his cock between the lips of my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as he nudges an inch of his length inside me.
I suck in air. He feels so huge and solid, I wonder how it will fit. I don’t have anyone but Patrick to compare him to. We met at a church group when I was still in high school. He was my first and only.
But he never felt like Jax does right now.
The stretch almost burns, but the sensation is delicious. I fist the sheets as I try to push back against him.
Wanting more.
I had no idea my body could respond so quickly to someone’s touch.
Jax stops moving, and I hear him suck in air. When I glance over my shoulder to look at him, his head is thrown back, his mouth open, as he looks up at the ceiling.
He looks so wild. Long hair flowing down his back, tattoos and scars covering his wide shoulders and broad chest.
Everything about him is bigger.
He’s just so goddamn competent in everything he does.
Including the way he shifts his eyes to me as his thumbs pull the cheeks of my butt apart a little more. When he spits onto his cock, it’s so dirty, I should hate it. But I can’t bring myself to. There is something utterly raw about it.
“Oh, God,” I groan when he slides out of me before easing in a little farther, his gaze now fixed on his cock as his thumb brushes over my asshole.
