“Relax,” he whispers, leaning over to kiss my spine while his cock remains buried deep inside me. “Trust me.”
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to relax as he applies even more pressure, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. The dual sensation of his cock filling me and his thumb pressing against my back entrance sends unexpected waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Oh my…ffuuuck,” I whimper, pushing back against him, wanting more.
“Mmmm. You like that? Do you like it when I treat you like a bad little slut?” His voice is a low, rumbling pant that vibrates from his chest, down to his dick, making my pussy pulse as he rams into me, over and over.
“Yes,” I gasp, surprising myself with how much I love this new level of degradation.
Then he applies even more pressure, barely breaching the tight ring while his other hand snakes around to find my tight bundle of nerves. His cock is pounding hard, fast and deep, his thumb putting just enough pressure on my asshole to make my eyes roll back in my head as his fingers work my clit in tight circles.
“Jax, I’m gonna—” I can’t even finish the sentence before another orgasm detonates. My entire body convulses, inner walls clenching around his cock as I scream into the pillow.
“Fuck that was beautiful,” he grunts. He’s still slamming his cock inside me, keeping up the pace. “You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good.”
He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, arching my back even more. The new angle has me rolling my eyes in surrender when he strokes even deeper.
“One more,” he demands, his voice strained. “Give it to me.”
Already sensitive, almost on the verge of being overstimulated, somehow my body responds to his command. The tension builds impossibly quick as he pounds into me ruthlessly.
“Come on my cock, Sasha,” he orders, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Now.”
Again I shatter, screaming his name as wave after wave pulses over me. My arms give out, and I collapse, face smashed into the pillow, ass in the air as he continues to pound.
Finally, with a long, guttural groan, Jax lets go, buryinghimself to the hilt. His body tenses, pulses inside me, then shudders as he empties himself, his grip on my hips just short of painful as he fills me with his cum.
Sweat-slicked and trembling, both of us lay panting for a few moments until he carefully pulls out and collapses onto the bed beside me, gathering me into his arms.
We lay there for a few minutes, his arms wrapped around me, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow to normal.
My body is boneless, completely spent. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, and I’m on the verge of drifting off when my stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl.
Jax’s chest shakes with silent laughter before it breaks into an audible chuckle. “Meg dropped off dinner while we were gone today. How about I put it in the oven while we take a shower?”
“Yes, please,” I murmur, not wanting to move despite how hungry I am. “I’m starving.”
“So your stomach says.” Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he slides out from under me. “Come on, sweet cheeks. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I watch him stand, admiring the play of muscles in his back and the curve of his ass as he walks across the room. The moonlight streaming through the windows highlights the tattoos covering his skin, making them look almost alive.
He glances over his shoulder, giving me a cocky grin when he sees me checking him out.
As he moves around the kitchen, I manage to push myself up on wobbly legs.
My thighs are trembling, and there’s a delicious ache in my core. I can feel his cum trickling down my inner thighs.
Jax’s eyes darken as his gaze skims over me. “Damn, you’refucking gorgeous with my cum dripping down your legs,” he growls.
“Degenerate,” I laugh, giving him a playful shove.
“Only for you,” he admits, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me against him.
The casual way he says it makes my heart flutter, but I push the feeling away. This is just sex between friends. Really, really good sex. But nothing more.
In the bathroom, Jax turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature before stepping in and holding out his hand to me. The shower is enormous, with multiple heads spraying water from every angle. It’s like being caught in a warm, soothing rainstorm.
“Turn around,” he says, reaching for a bar of soap.