Page 77 of Sweet Wicked Vows
“If you say another man’s name in front of me while we are both naked, I’ll have no other choice but to fuck the name out of your mouth and memory.”
I bit my bottom lip.
“I’m clean, too,” he said before he pushed me back onto the bed. His lips were on mine again, punishing and demanding. “I want to fill you. I want to see my cum dripping out of your perfect tight cunt.”
My legs wrapped around his waist. He took my bottom lip between his teeth. The tip of his cock slid along my wetness, resting against my clit. “Do it. Fill me until I can’t take anymore.”
Any restraint he had disappeared as his cock slipped in inch by thick inch.
Fuck, it felt so good.
Hefelt so good.
I ran my hands along his strong tattooed arms, the muscles flexing at my touch. His hips ground down on mine as he seated himself fully inside me. He gave me a couple seconds to get comfortable before he started to slide in and out of me.
“Jaxon,” I cried out as he stretched me. “Oh god, it feels so good inside me.”
“You feel so good,douceur.”
He rocked his hips, pulling himself all the way out of me before slamming himself back into me to the hilt. My back arched intohim, a scream of utter pleasure ripping through me only to be swallowed by Jaxon’s mouth on mine.
He pulled back, kneeling between my legs and grabbing my hips. Autumn hooded eyes devoured me as he continued to fuck me at a frenzied pace.
“Come for me,” he demanded. “Be a good girl and come for me. I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze my cock when you come.”
His filthy words, the pinch of his fingers on my hips, and his cock stretching me over and over again—it was the perfect combination to tip me back over the edge.
Fingers pinched one of my nipples as another orgasm tore through my body. He tugged on the puckered point, pulling every single inch of intense pleasure out of me.
“Jésus baise le Christ,” Jaxon growled under his breath, watching me come undone around him. “I could watch you like this all day. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
He didn’t stop.
My whole body trembled.
Was it possible to pass out from coming so damn hard? The corners of my vision blurred, my skin alight, and the way Jaxon looked at me as the pleasure built up inside me—I was convinced this was the closest I’d ever get to heaven.
Jaxon’s shoulders tightened, his lips parting as he muttered something in French. With another toe-curling thrust, his cock stretching me until I could barely take any more, he threw his head back and filled me deeply.
I lay on the bed, trying to control my breathing and watching Jaxon remain between my legs. He ran his hands over his face, rubbing his palms over his jaw.
Was it regret that caused the pinch between his brows?
“Evelyn…”
I stopped him, sitting upright. “Don’t say anything. We don’t have to talk about it, not right now.”
His lips pressed into a firm line.
“Just lie down.” I motioned to my side. “Let’s just go to sleep and deal with the consequences in the morning. Can you give me that?”
Please, give me that.
Give me a moment of peace, a moment of no regrets, no guilt.
Just a moment of me and him.
He nodded stiffly and lowered himself onto the bed.