Page 36 of Sinister Hearts
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby,” he moaned as I gagged on his thick, full length, slurping on his cock as he groaned, pumping into my mouth over and over, choking me. Tears built as I gasped for air. “That’s right, weep on my cock, littleljos.”
My core pulsed as he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me off him. While saliva dripped from my mouth, he stuck his tongue in my mouth, fierce and wild. Jax took my leggings off along with my red thong and stroked himself. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” he groaned, pumping his throbbing cock in his hand in front of my face, teasing me.
“Yes,” I begged, desperate for him, my core already soaked and ready.
“Tell me you want me,” he cooed, rubbing the tip of his dick on my mouth.
“I want you inside me. Please, Jax,” I pleaded for him to take me.
“Show me how wet you are,” he demanded, spreading my legs so he could see my aching pussy as it pulsed for him. “You’re glistening for me, baby,” he said, reaching behind me, trying to lift my shirt. I attempted to stop him, ashamed of my stretch marks. “You’re not going to hide from me, I want all of you, Faye,” he whispered into my mouth, kissing me sinfully with his hand on my throat. I took off my shirt, trying to cover myself with my arms, ashamed. Jax grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. “Look at me,” he said, as tears gathered in the corner of my eyes. “You’re beautiful, Faye.” He grabbed my breasts, licking and suckling at my pierced nipples, squeezing my breasts hard, making my nipples protrude and ache, milking them as I moaned. He made his way to my stomach slowly, kissing my stretch marks intimately. I lost myself in sweet pleasure, my pussy drenched. Jax kissed my stomach slowly, making his way down to my hot core as he spanked my swollen, needy clit with his hard, throbbing cock, making my body beg for the friction.
“Please, I want you,” I moaned, my juices covering the top of his head. The veins protruding and thick, ready to burst.
“I know, littleljos, I want you, too. So damn bad. But I’m going to make you beg for it. I want you to remember what you ran away from, because you’re never going to run away from me ever again. This pussy, this body, this soul, all of you, is all for me.”
Jax got up and went to the side of his bed, opening his drawer and taking out a vibrator in a brand new box, before placing it on my throbbing clit. He put his other hand around my throat and squeezed the sides tight. “Fuck this vibrator like it’s my cock, and I’ll reward you, baby girl,” Jax demanded. I rocked my hips back and forth on the overwhelming vibrations. “If you want my cock, you need to come for me all over this vibrator. I want it wet, sticky, and drenched in your juices,” Jax said, as he kept the vibrator on my sensitive clit, sliding two fingers inside my drenched, pulsing core. My heavy breasts bounced every time I bucked against the vibrator, moaning in ecstasy. “Don’t hold back, give it to me,” he purred, sliding in and out of me, and touching that sweet spot. I began exploding in orgasmic pleasure as the vibrator clung to my G-spot. I moaned, breathing heavily, my milky come seeping onto the vibrator. “That’s such a good girl. You came so good for me,” Jax whispered into my ear, sucking on my ear lobe. He took out the vibrator and began licking up my come from the device.
“I can’t take it,” I gasped feeling outside of my body.
“You’re going to take it.” He stroked his pulsing cock with his wet fingers, kissing me so deeply and passionately our tongues melted into each other, our souls meshed forever. Jax grabbed my ankles, putting them by my head as he slapped my drenched core with his bobbing cock, making me moan in anticipation.
“Please, fuck me, please,” I begged, my pussy needing to be taken
“I love when you beg for my cock, sweet girl.” Jax slowly pushed inside of me. I watched as his length slid into me, and I gasped as he filled me up.
“You take me so well,” he said, grabbing my throat and gazing deeply into my eyes. “Tell me you missed me, baby.” He continued to pump into me harder as he rubbed my clit with his thumb, making me soaked.
“I missed you,” I gasped, my pussy stretched for him with every pump.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded, squeezing my throat while he bent down and kissed me ferociously and deep, our foreheads meeting. “Fuck, you feel so good. I missed you so much, baby,” he groaned, both of us moaning against each other’s lips as he spilled into me, coating me with his warm, orgasmic bliss at the same explosive instant.
Both of us were in perfect climax harmony. We both finished with panting breaths and racing hearts. I collapsed onto his bed out of breath as he held me.
“Yup, still as good as I remember,” he sighed, laying down in bed next to me.
I smacked his shoulder as we both chuckled and fell asleep wrapped up and intertwined in each other’s arms. It was the first night I’d felt safe in years. This man was my undoing. Our sex so raw and passionate. The way he made me feel… Nobody, not another soul on this planet could make me feel the way he did. My safe space. No nightmares, no stress, no fear. A weight lifted from my chest. He was mine and I was his. My very own moon, illuminating the darkest parts of my soul hidden away from the world. A darkness only he could tame.
Faye and I woke up to the birds chirping and the scent of Pop’s biscuits and gravy. My favorite. My stomach grumbled in a protest of hunger. Pop wasn’t much of a cook, but he could make biscuits and gravy. I wasn’t sure if I had drank too much whiskey last night while trying to numb my broken heart, but when I woke up before the sun rose with Faye still in my arms, it hit me. Faye appearing at my door step and telling me she thought of me every day was real, as well as my dick being in hermouth.Well, that escalated quickly, I thought, and kissed her on her cheek. I’m glad it wasn’t a dream. I had waited too long for last night to happen and it was finally here. Not just the naked part, but the part where she was completely bare with me. The only nudity that would even affect Faye. Her walls fractured, her vulnerability at stake. She bared herself to me last night in a way I know she’s only done for me. Blossoming like a lotus flower, just like I knew she would, the patience making it worth it all and more.
I didn’t know exactly what came next. I knew Faye was half way done with her divorce, but it wasn’t just Faye anymore. It was the two of them. What if Birdie didn’t accept me because I wasn’t her father? That fear crippled me. Then there was the other factor—Vadon. Was I ready to have to deal with that asshole? I looked at Faye as she slept peacefully in my arms, and I knew it didn’t matter what I had to do or deal with. I loved her, I always had. Nothing would come between me and my girl again. I would dismember hell itself for my girl as long as that little light kept shining. I would be her darkness, making sure her light burned bright.
Faye woke up looking out the window in my arms, and it instantly made me hard again. I could never get enough of her, especially in the morning. I was crazy about this bratty woman. Imagine having Death twirled around your pretty little fingers. All she had to do was look at me with those sleepy eyes and I wanted to take her all over again. She rolled over, yawning.
“Morning, cowboy,” she yawned and stretched, as I moved her bed hair from her pretty face.
“Good morning, baby girl.” I kissed her soft velvet lips.
“It’s been a long time since I smelled your pops’ biscuits and gravy,” Faye said, sitting up in my black woodsy-framed bed, covered by my black wool blanket, her dark brown bedroom eyes siring me back to bed.
“Does that mean you’ll be joining us for breakfast?” I asked, smirking at her, already knowing the answer.
“Jaxon Grimwood, when have I ever turned down Pops’ biscuits and gravy?” Faye chuckled in response. Faye stood from bed, putting my black plaid, flannel button-up on. Damn, she looked so good in my shirt, and a pair of my Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs. It had been too long since I had seen her like this. Morning hair, in my tee, freshly fucked. It was my favorite; she was my favorite.
“Okay, but one thing first,” I interjected, still in bed.
“What?” She looked at me, suspicious.
“Come here.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into bed with me. Faye squealed, her warmth and scent my home. Morning sex with Faye was like creamer added to your coffee in the morning. It awakened you, rejuvenated you. She was the creamer to my coffee. A little sweet and a little bitter. The perfect mix.
