Page 63 of Roots of the Wicked

Her fingers retook my chin as she hovered in place with the tip of my dick inside her. “Look at me, Chase. I want to see your every reaction, while I’m fucking you.”

She wasn’t going to make this game of hers easy. I was already on the verge of losing it, and she wasn’t going to stop until I lost it.

When she sat down on my length with slow ease, a sensational tingle took ahold, capturing me in its maddening grip. Her inner walls pulsed around me, and her slippery heat coated me. I moaned as the resistance pressed against my dick the deeper it went.

My head fell back against the chair as my breaths hitched in fits and starts.

“Look at me Chase. I want those eyes on me.”

She rolled her hips with such slow pressure her name fell like a slow drip from my mouth. “Jax.”

She leaned in and kissed me, sending her tongue deep into my mouth as she worked me even harder below.

My grip fell from her arm, and I tightened my hand around her waist. My emotions were all over the place. One moment I was into the sex, my mind latching on to how good it felt to be deep inside her, the next, my emotions would rise to the surface and deepen our connection. The urge to tell her how I was feeling surfaced, but the fear of scaring her away stalled them.

When she spread her legs wider, it allowed me to go deeper, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. A loud gasp escaped as I fought to keep from shouting the army of curse words resting on my tongue.

The commanding power she held over me was an unrelenting force that I respected and hated. I wanted us to find a balance in our relationship. One where she wouldn’t have to prove her ability to control me.

The pleasure was a monster who ate my control piece by piece. The pain of keeping it together when all I wanted to do was fall apart left me in the best kind of distress.

“Do you feel how wet my pussy is? Do you feel how deep inside me you are? I want your hot cum inside me right fucking now.”

She had undone me with her sinful words. I came so hard, I lost mental focus, as I gripped her ass and tugged her hard against me.

My words were harsh and ragged. “Jax, fuck. You’re driving me insane.”

My body fell into a series of shivers I failed to overcome. I made a feeble attempt to shake off the lightheadedness I felt, and for a second feared I might pass out.

Jax had fucked me into oblivion, and I was helpless to do anything but enjoy every second of it. When she moved to climb off me, I kept her in place, unable to bear the thought of letting her go.

“Stay here for a minute. Please.”

She indulged my request, allowing me more time to stay linked into our connection.

“Jax.”

She stopped me, sensing my emotional intentions.

After last night, I seriously doubted she didn’t believe in us and our relationship. However, she was still trying to put up a wall that I was determined to keep knocking down.

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Jax

The last thing I wanted to do was back away from Chase, but I couldn’t let him know he had a hold on me. One, so tight I couldn’t shake it lose no matter how hard I tried. He made me lose my shit as much as he lost his.

He made me forget the rest of the world and only concentrate on him. After last night, I needed to know if he had destroyed my ability to be me. He had made love to me so damn good; I would let him do it again. Hell, anytime he wanted to. He knew how to manipulate my body and make me his in a way that I could abide.

I had also shared with him my darkest secret, one I was prepared to take to the grave. One that still played devious little tricks with my mind. I thought I would be sorry that I told him, but all I felt was relief. If he was being truthful about going with me to therapy, I think I wanted him with me.

After using the towel to clean up, I adjusted my bikini bottom and walked to the boat’s rail. I had to take a break from Chase. He made me drunk and think about things that may never be. Did he know that my little sexual stunt was a test to see if he still wanted me? He said he did, but my tangled mind had to know with all certainty.

The shimmering water trapped under the beaming sun rays caught my attention. It was in the same predicament as me, helpless under the incredible presence of the magnificent sun.

When Chase’s strong hands wrapped around me and his soft warm lips caressed my neck, I didn’t protest. The goosebumps that prickled my skin spoke of how magnificent he made me feel. The man gave me chills in the middle of the summer, standing under the sun. He turned me to face him.

“I’m going to finish what I was telling you a moment ago.”

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