She paused and then her hands skimmed down my chest. “How much do you want me right now?”
“So much. The things I want to do to you right now, beautiful. What did you have in mind?”
Helen looked up at me as she chewed on her lip, looking so innocent and filthy all at the same time that my cock sprang to life.
“Show me. Show me how much you want me. I want you to take me like you can’t hold back; like you’re desperate for me. I want to feel that kind of want and passion.”
My cock throbbed an absolute yes in reply.
“Oh, I can show you, but are you sure you’re up for that? I know we’ve had sex a few times now, but you’re going to be walking funny for a few days if I really take you like I want to.”
Her pupils dilated. “That’s absolutely what I want.”
I fisted her hair, easing her head back, giving me access to her neck. I sucked hard, dancing my tongue over her pulse point as Helen grabbed hold of my t-shirt. “You wanna go upstairs?” I mumbled against her skin.
“Is that where you’d take me if you were desperate for me?” she whispered as her hands moved to my belt, undoing it as I continued my assault on her throat.
“No. I’d fuck you right here, bent over the sofa.”
She let out a groan. “Then you have your answer. I mean it, Jax. No holding back. I want to feel how much you want me.”
Chapter 23
Jax
“Bend over and put your hands on the back of the sofa.”
She did as I asked and I hummed out my appreciation as my palms skimmed over her hips and arse. I lifted her red and cream A-line skirt slowly, so it bunched around her waist, showing off her black lace panties. Then I reached around her, ripping her cream shirt open, loving the sound of the tiny buttons scattering across the floor.
“Jax!” she cried.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” I lowered her bra, freeing her breasts and cupping them. “I’m obsessed with every inch of you. I don’t ever want you to doubt how much I want you.”
Her head fell forward and her arse rose slightly, causing the urge to fill her to become overwhelming. I unbuttoned my jeans, lowering my zip before I freed my cock, spitting into my palm and smearing it over my head and down the shaft.
Pulling her underwear to the side, I lined myself up, edging into her pussy. Helen arched, widening her legs, giving more room to sink into her. I pushed inside, groaning as her tight walls sucked me in.
My hands played with her breasts, which I was officially obsessed with as I rocked in and out of her slowly, not wanting to hurt her.
“You good, beautiful?” She let out a whimper as wetness flooded my cock. “Does my dirty girl like being fucked over the sofa or being fucked from behind more?”
“Both,” she groaned. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
Loving that I was giving her what she wanted, I pulled almost all the way out, before pushing back inside her in one smooth, slow move.
“Oh, God. Yes. That. Do that again,” she cried.
I slid out and then back into her. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.” She rose onto her tiptoes at my praise, letting me enter her at a different angle. “I swear you were made for me.”
“Can you do it harder?” She looked back over her shoulder, her chest heaving. I teased her breasts, twisting her nipples and squeezing her flesh as I leaned to kiss her sloppily before I brought my mouth to her ear.
“You ready to be fucked?”
She nodded, and I thrust into her, pausing to see if she told me it was too much, but she cried my name and ground back against me.
Taking hold of her hips, I bucked again, watching her arse and thighs move from the force. “You’re such a good fucking girl.” My words stuttered in between heaving breaths.
“Call me that again,” she groaned as her hips found their rhythm matching mine perfectly.