Page 60 of Relentless Sinner
“You bastard. You were watching me.”
I pull away but he pushes his fingers deeper into me and catches my face. “I told you Imissedyou.” He crushes his mouth to mine again and kisses away my protests.
I kiss him back, my anger and embarrassment dissolving.
“Fuck. I need more,” Jaxon growls, then, with a slow and seductive grin he picks me up as if I’m weightless.
He stands with me and tosses me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I shriek.
“Getting a little more privacy.”
With his hand on my ass Jaxon gets out of the hot tub with me and carries me back into the house.
He opens the door to the guest room and we go inside. I saw this room when Eve showed me around. It’s one of the smaller rooms but still bigger than my room at Dad’s house.
Before my next thought can form Jaxon kicks the door shut then throws me down on the bed, rumpling the blue satin sheets which also get wet the moment I land on them.
He climbs on top of me and pins my arms above my head.
I gaze up at him, admiring his chiseled abs covered in artistic tattoos, and the way his toned stomach flexes.
“Number three, I want you.” He leans over me, his hair falling over his face.
“Jaxon—”
“Shhh.” He places a finger to my lips then hooks another finger underneath the waistband of my panties and rubs my folds. “I want to taste you here, then everywhere.”
The possession in his words sends a pang of eagerness coiling through me, making me crave his mouth on my skin.
He rolls my panties down my legs then lifts my hand with the engagement ring up to his lips to kiss my ring finger. “This is all I want you to wear.”
He parts my thighs wide then swipes a finger over my pussy. The moment he bows his head and buries his face between my thighs I know I’m no longer playing a game. I’m part of the game. I’ve become a willing participant who wants the full experience of this man.
Reality tries to force its way through to my mind and remind me that I have a very important plan, but Jaxon intercepts and steals my senses by pushing his tongue into my passage.
I moan out loud, soaking up the rush of pleasure that flows over my body like a gust of wind. He permits me no time to recover before circling the swollen bud of my clit with his tongue, licking, lapping and nibbling.
Uncontrollable moans fall from my lips, growing louder with each lick, each touch, each kiss, each caress.
My body bows to the sensation, craving more. And he gives it to me, exploring my pussy the way he did my mouth.
Soon, I come. I come harder than ever, writhing against his face as he feasts on me, drinking up my arousal.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs and sucks on my clit one last time before pulling himself up so he can hover over me. He lowers his mouth back to my lips and I feel his hard cock pressing into my belly. “More, Krasota?”
“More,” I hear myself say in that desperate, sultry tone.
He smiles and pushes his swim shorts down his hips, unleashing his massive cock.
My breath goes short when I see it. He wraps a hand around his length, looking even sexier as he fists himself.
He grabs my hips and hooks my leg around his waist, then guides his cock to my entrance. The sensation of him there drives me insane.
I’m wet again, just from him touching me, so when he pushes in my body welcomes him.
I haven’t had sex in years so I know I’m tight. I can feel my walls wrapping around his length.