Page 37 of Dead Woman Walking

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cry, arching. My eyes squeeze shut, tears forming in the corner. White dances behind my eyes as my nails dig into the seat below me. The moment I find my release, I cry out, cum rushing down his face. “Oh god.”

Jax stands, licking my liquids from his face. He grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the chair; his other hand grabs my throat.

My lips part as I look up at him.

“If you everfuckinginsult yourself again, you will see God,” he barks.

“What?” I question.

His ringed finger wraps around my neck, his black hair falling over his eyes. “If you ever fucking insult yourself again, I will kill you. Let you see this littlegodyou’ve been crying out for.”

My eyes widen at his threat, which I know he meant. “Isthatwhat pissed you off earlier?”

He growls. “Yes. We all, including yourself, have spent years building you up to be this confident, smart woman, just for some useless, worthless trash to try to destroy your empire and have you self-sabotaging yourself.”

My eyes water as he finally pulls out his thick, pierced cock from his pants.

“Now, you can take my cock in that pretty little cunt and remind yourself that you areourbeautiful girl, or you can go the fuck home without me.”

I swallow. “I want you, Jax. You know this.”

“Then stop being a dickhead to yourself.” He grabs my thighs and lifts me at an angle to push himself into me.

My eyes roll back as I feel all his bars rubbing against my walls. “Fuck!”

He groans. “Don’t get me started on how perfect your pussy is or how perfect your stomach or thighs are.”

My eyes move to him as he begins fucking me slowly. Jax doesn’tdoslow. His dark eyes are on my body as his hands take in each one of my curves. He lifts my thigh, throwing it over his shoulder. As he pushes deeper, his ringed fingers find my clit.

I moan, head dropping back.

“So fucking beautiful. I want to come right now,” he mutters, hips snapping harder. His bars are pushing against my walls.

My mouth opens, but I try to hold back my noises.

“Get up,” he orders, pulling back.

Standing, I move to where he tells me to, letting my dress fall back at my hips.

He pushes me against the counter, hand pulling up my dress to see my bruised ass. “Fuck. You’re so bruised from Ky.” And yet, Jax spanks the other cheek, which washis.

I jolt, pussy clenching.

He growls, spanking me and grabbing a handful of my ass. “You’re mine, Little Mouse. I should punish you for the way you’ve been treating yourself.”

A whimper escapes me, feeling the anticipation tremble through me.

“You deserve to be punished,” he mutters. “Don’t you think so?”

My head nods, fingers gripping the corner of the counter.

Jax whacks my ass once more before pushing his dick inside from behind. He makes me feel fuller this way, bars rubbing against my G-spot. His hands spread my ass, and I tighten around him with pain.

“Fuck,” he mutters, fucking me with the roughness he usually uses. His free hand grips my neck, pulling my head up and choking me.

Arching, I push my ass back against him, moans breaking from my throat.

“Good girl. Take that cock.” He spanks me in between. My eyes close as I reach back and touch his toned hip.

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