Page 55 of Roots of the Wicked

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jax

The view from the balcony was sweeping me away when I heard Chase entering the room. A glance across my shoulder, showed him slipping into the bathroom.

A few burning rays of the sun peeked above the darkening horizon and stole my attention until a set of strong hands slid around my waist and stole it back.

Chase spun me so that my ass kissed the railing. I loved his mountainous size and powerful build. The idea of climbing him, of mounting so much power, of taming all his hard masculinity, and of being able to endure the potency of him, made me breathless.

I didn’t intend to stop whatever was about to go down. I’d been waiting for it. He scooped me up with ease and carried me across the threshold of the door like we were a pair of newlyweds.

After he laid me across the oversized bed, he leaned in, not merely staring, but, his gaze bore into mine, so firm, it froze me in place. A mix of care and concern rested in the depths of his eyes.

“I want to make love to you, Jax.” The serious gleam in his eyes stalled any protest I aimed to form. Right now, I didn’t want the serious vibe he was giving off. Instead, I wanted to be seriously getting fucked.

“Chase, what are you talking about now? Can we start fucking already?” It had taken me all these years, to figure out that I could even allow someone to fuck me, now he was sounding like Boyz II Men, talking about making love to me. Agitation had started to sneak into my head, causing my lust level to heighten versus lowering.

When he joined me, laying flush against my side, he lavished me with tender kisses to my cheeks and forehead.

“Please, Jax. I want to make love to you.”

A deep sigh was released as I rolled my eyes and kept them aimed at the ceiling. I think he enjoyed us being more intimate, like a couple. Maybe, I did to, but this thing between us had me confused and indecisive, two words I fought hard to keep out of my vocabulary.

He slipped his hand under the cover up I had thrown on over my underwear and squeezed my tits with just enough pressure to make me moan. If he fucked me like the first two times, he could name it whatever the hell he wanted.

His lips never stopped caressing various parts of my neck and shoulder, the delicate strokes causing light shivers to radiate through me.

“If you let me make love to you, next time, you get to do whatever you want,” he offered.

This was his way of getting what he wanted. He was willing to face my wrath again just to make love to me. He sucked a small pocket of skin under my ear before he sank delicate teeth into me. My fingers flirted with the soft hairs on his chest despite my hesitation.

“Please,” his husky timbre melted on my skin, sending the warm flow across my neck and chest. My breaths quickened, enjoying his play.

He was speaking my language with his bites and sucks, but I wasn’t going to make this shit easy. Especially when he was asking me to do something I didn’t want to do. I rose high on my elbows as his lips chased my neck on the way up.

“If you insist, you’re going to have to beg for it. I’ve always wanted a puppy.” My eyes leveled on his. “On the floor and get on your hands and knees and beg.” My attempt to look and sound serious was messed up by the smile I couldn’t keep off my lips. I enjoyed roleplaying. Before Chase, I almost always had to have it to get my juices flowing. Chase, however, made me want to skip playing so we could get to the good stuff.

His eyes followed the area I pointed to. His tongue slid across his lips as his dick jumped against my thigh. Instead of being offended, or even hurt by my request, his lips turned up into a grin.

He kissed my stomach on the way, sliding off the bottom of the bed to the floor. I rose and scooted to the edge to get a better view of him on all fours. With his glasses discarded; his big green eyes sparkled with anticipation.

I stood, glaring down on him. My intentions were expressed when I slipped my cover up, and off and tossed it. I was left in my thin red bra and panties. Like a good little doggy, his warm wet tongue slid up the side of my leg, tracing a portion of the vine tatted there.

“You are the only one I ever wanted to make love to. The only woman I want to cherish. To worship.”

His eyes flashed heat, his soft words were dissolving my resistance, and his scorching tongue blazed a trail up the side of my calf that elicited a fiery need. I may have initiated the begging, but, like I was learning, Chase was never going to fully submit to anyone. He was working me slow. If making love would be this hot, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

I ruffled the top of his hair before reaching under and rubbing his belly for effect. At my action, he stifled a grin. I retook my stance, turned on by my elevated position over him.

“Since you’re such a good little beggar. This is a one-time only treat. Do you hear me?” I fought not to laugh, shaking a stiff finger at him for effect. “I’m going to need you to be a good boy and not beg for this anymore after today.”

“Ruff, Ruff,” he barked, causing me to laugh out loud. This moment had started out as me attempting to flex my ego, but it had turned into a precious silly one that I could look back on and smile about.

My breath caught when his eager tongue slid the rest of the way up my leg and stopped at my inner thigh, under the flowing heat of my pussy. His hand followed and didn’t stop until it had slid across the swell of my ass and had gotten a good grip on the top of my underwear.

He tugged them down until his face was back at my throbbing heat. The caressing warmth from his mouth rained across my pulsing center before his tongue reached out, slid across my piercing, and brushed my clit.

“Fuck,” escaped on an exhausted breath. The man knew what my pussy needed.

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