Page 34 of Fierce Betrayal (L.A. Ruthless 3)

“And then I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, blushing as I say the words even after everything we’ve done tonight.

“Fuck! You’re so damn sexy when you tell me what you want. And you are also fucking insatiable,” he groans as his fingers gently rub my clit.

He maintains a slow steady rhythm that makes every part of my body tingle with electricity. I rock my hips against his hand, desperate for more friction but he refuses me. And I remember that I’m supposed to ask.

“Jax,” I groan as my body pulses with need.

“Hmm?”

“I need more.”

“More?” he whispers against my neck.

“I want your fingers inside me,” I hiss as even saying the words makes the wet heat flood my pussy.

He slides his fingers lower before pushing two of them deep inside me and making me gasp out loud. How can he make me feel so good with only two fingers? “Like that, baby?” he breathes in my ear as he drives them in and out of me.

“Yes. Exactly like that.”

I close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure flooding my body. His hard body pressed against mine. The warmth of his breath on my neck. His forearm flexing against my stomach as he works my pussy like no one ever has before.

“Your tight little cunt is so greedy for me, Luce,” he growls as he edges deeper and presses against a spot that I’ve only ever reached with a vibrator before. “The next time you touch yourself, will you pretend that it’s me inside you?”

I groan loudly. I always thought about him anyway, and now how the hell will I ever have sex again and not think about this night. When he presses against my clit with the pad of his thumb I lose all sense of time, space and reason.

“God, Jax!” I scream as my orgasm crashes over me.

“Fuck, Luce,” he groans. “The way you squeeze me like that when you come makes me so fucking hard.” Then his fingers are gone and I lie trembling and panting for breath while he gets a condom from the nightstand. As soon as he’s put it on, he rolls on top of me, spreading my thighs wider apart with his knees.

“Now it’s my turn to tell you what I want,” he growls as he drives his cock into me, pinning me flat to the mattress. “I want to make you come again on my cock, Angel. I want to fuck you so hard that you’ll remember what I feel like inside you forever. Whenever you’re fucked again you’ll think of me and the way I claimed you and know that no one will ever make you come as hard as I’m about to, and I want my name on your lips when you do.”

I look up at him as a rush of wet heat surges between my thighs.

How am I supposed to give this up now that I’ve had a taste of him? How can I sit back and watch him date his endless stream of women when I know that this is what they get when he brings them home for the night? Is it so selfish to want it all for myself. To want him for myself?

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. If this is all I get then I need to make the most of it, don’t I?

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