Page 68 of Finding Her Panthers

“I want both,” I whimper. His finger flirts at my opening.

“You can have any part of me you want.” He tears his eyes away, watching his finger glide inside me.

He continues to watch as he works it in and out. Gaining speed.

“Watch,” he demands. “Keep your eyes on your pussy.” He looks at me to make sure I am following his directions.

I watch as he adds a second finger, filling me, causing more friction, the burn of pleasure increasing rapidly. His thumb finds my clit, circling, pushing, increasing the intense buildup.

Suddenly he withdraws his hand and takes a step back, causing me to cry out in protest.

“I believe you asked for something else too.” He pulls at the front of his pants, and using the same hand he used on me, he strokes himself, clearly excited.

It’s my turn to study him. No woman has ever said a cock is pretty. But when I take him in, standing so strong and powerful, sweatpants clinging to his hips. His chest full of art, that skeleton moving and stretching around his hard, pulsating cock, black hair brushing the tips of his eyelashes, I honestly can say everything about him is stunning.

“Eyes on my cock,” he reminds me, stopping my wandering eyes.

I brace back on my hands, eager for him. This time he goes slow enough. I can feel every steel inch until his hips meet mine.

My back bows as I throw my head back, overloaded with sensations.

“Baby girl,” he warns through gritted teeth.

I bring my head back up, and my eyes go down. I have never watched it like this and been this connected to a man in so many ways. What should feel so dirty is nothing but vividly beautiful.

My knees are folded over his arms, with his big hands holding my hips, controlling my rhythm. Pushing deep, he swiveling his hips, grinding us together. The sounds ringing through the room just add to the desire we both are drowning in. Overwhelmed, I dropped down to my back, my head meeting the counter.

He lets go of one of my hips to draw my leg around his back to use his hand instead to clasp my neck, pulling me into him, thrusting harder.

“You feel so good, baby girl.” His muscles bunch and contract, holding me precisely as he wants.

“Alpha,” I whimper, getting close.

“Would you like James to join us?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer, glad he’s paying enough attention to hear him coming to the door.

He looks up as James enters, shutting the door quickly and locking it before walking towards us.

“Look at you, sweetheart.” He hums when he is standing beside me, devouring me.

“James,” I pant. Just his presence has elevated my desire.

“Do you want James to suck on your tits?” Jax asks.

Shit, that man has a dirty mouth. Apparently, I love it.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“I think you need to ask him nicely.” Jax thrusts faster.

“Please, James, suck on my tits,” I beg.

James’ eyes widen and fill with liquid heat. “My pleasure.”

His tongue licks my nipples, playing, biting. When his mouth surrounds my nipple and sucks, my body thrashes up.

Jax returns his hand to my hip, gripping almost painfully, pounding mercilessly. I reach the peak of pleasure, screaming as I come on his cock. It sets him off, and he explodes inside of me.

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