Chapter 3
“Nah, shawty. This is more than just sex. You’re mine.”
Jax gripped my ass cheeks and brought my wet, throbbing pussy down on his dick.
“Shh. Don’t speak. Just fuck me.”
I placed my pointer finger over his lips as his dick made itself comfortable in my guts.
This wasn’t my first rodeo having a one-night stand.
I didn’t need him filling my ears with sweet nothings and false hopes.
All I needed tonight was to be thoroughly fucked until that empty feeling of uncontrollable pain dissipated into moans and orgasms. His talking would only ruin the moment and remind me why doing this with him was bad.
“No talking tonight. Just sex.”
I rolled my hips, adjusting to his massive size. My pussy was already spilling cream all over him.
“What did you just say?”
He slapped my ass, delivering steady, long strokes from underneath, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Don’t talk. Just fuck me,” I repeated, shutting my eyes and allowing that euphoric feeling of him stretching my walls to consume me. This was precisely what I needed.
“Ooh, that feels good!”
“I didn’t hear you, Faye.” He pounded deeper and harder inside me. “What the fuck you want me to do?”
“Shut up and fuck me.” I panted. Lust was taking full control of my body as I attempted to roll my hips to match his thrusts. “I need you to fuck me!”
“With pleasure!” Jax’s voice dropped an octave. “With motherfucking pleasure.”
He gripped my ass cheeks with force, and in one swift motion, he rose to his feet. His dick never missed a beat as he dove into me standing up.
“Oooh fuck!” I shouted.
My arms naturally wrapped around his neck as he threw me up and down on his dick like I weighed nothing… as if all 265 pounds didn’t faze him.
“This pussy squeezing my dick,” he grunted, pounding me harder and harder.
I couldn’t do anything but moan and hold on for the ride. No man I’d been with had ever fucked me midair. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. The sound of our bodies slapping and my juices coating him filled the room as his dick rearranged my insides.
“Ooh, shit. It’s so big,” I moaned as my body stretched more and more to welcome him inside me. I’d never been this full. Shit, it was almost too much.
“This the dick you wanted, right?” he teased as he thrusted inside me. A satisfied smirk formed on his face.
“Yes!” I cried.
“Good.” He smacked my ass. “It’s yours!”
He lowered me slightly before drilling into me with fast, quick strokes, making my head fall back.
My legs wrapped around his body as he continued his assault on my middle.
This man had no business fucking me like this.
I was a stranger. But dammit if I was going to complain. I was enjoying every minute of this.
“Fuck, this pussy is good. I’m never leaving this motherfucker! This pussy mine. Do you hear me?”
My eyes widened at his words as I shook my head. There he went again, opening his mouth.
“Shh! Just sex,” I said again, but he shook his head.
“Nah. Let that pussy confirm what I already know,” he whispered, bouncing my ass up and down on his dick hard and fast.
I couldn’t think straight.
“Shit,” he grunted.
“Ooh,” I moaned. My pussy tightened its grip. I was about to explode.
“That’s it. Make that motherfucker spit for me,” he coached, and on cue, my body shivered in his arms.
“Oh my God! I’m cumming!” A gasp escaped my lips.
“Make it spit for me,” he repeated. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks and slammed me down on his dick without mercy.
“Oooh fuck!”
“Uh huh. Good, ain’t it?”
“Yes, yes! Fuck yes!”
I threw my head back as my pussy juices shot from my body and sprayed the floor. I’d never in all thirty of my years been fucked this good. I was at a loss for words.
“And you squirt, too.” Jax spun us around and lowered me down on the couch. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He dropped to his knees and lowered his head between my legs. His tongue swiped across my pussy and found my clit.
“Oh my God!” My back arched as I pushed my pussy into his mouth.
“And this fat motherfucker sweet,” he mumbled. His tongue slid around my folds, lapping up all my juices.
“Oooh!”
My moans were turning into pleasure-filled cries as he devoured my pussy, leaving me speechless and blurring my damn vision. It was amazing. He ate pussy as good as he fucked. Shit! I reached around and grabbed the back of his head as he feasted.
“That’s right, Faye Baby. Let that pussy bow for me.” He sucked my clit into his mouth like it was the last meal he was ever going to receive.
“Jax!” My body trembled. I was on the verge of cumming again.
“Uh huh.” He continued sucking, sending my body squirming out of control.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
“Uh huh.” Jax removed his mouth from my clit and leaned up.
“Bring yo’ ass here!”
He positioned himself between my thighs and lined his dick up at my entrance.
Lord, I’d somehow lucked up on one of the few men in the world that understood the importance of beating the pussy, eating pussy, and fucking it some more.
I was mesmerized. Jax pushed one of my knees into the couch and positioned the other on his shoulder.
“Put me back in,” he demanded, and I reached down to grab his beautiful dick.
I guided it inside me. My eyes immediately rolled to the back of my head as he dug into me. My juices coated him.
“Oooh, it’s so good!”
“Look at this shit!” He stared down at me. “Our souls are tying.”
Our what?
Jax pushed my other leg on the couch, delivering deep strokes into my middle. He was drilling my pussy so good I was starting to believe everything he had been saying. Shit, maybe I was his. Maybe this pussy did belong to him. Jax shifted his body, giving me every inch of him.
“Oh shit! You’re too deep,” I cried, wedging my hand in between us and resting it on his chest, attempting to push him out of my guts.
“Move that motherfucker before I break it.” He grunted, drilling into my pussy. “You wanted this dick. Be a good girl and take it.”
That was it. The roughness of his words took me over the edge. My body quaked beneath him as he gave me every inch of him.
“Jax! Jax!”
“Cum, Faye Baby,” he demanded.
My mouth opened to tell him I was about to explode, but no words came out. Instead, my body quaked, and my pussy juices gushed down his long dick. His hand gripped my neck.
“This is the most beautiful shit I’ve ever seen.” He groaned.
“Ooh, Jax… Jax!” I was happily unraveling.
His grip tightened on my neck, making my pussy throb around him. I was cumming hard.
“Fuck,” I moaned in a breathy drag. This dick was everything I thought it would be and more. It was going to be hard to limit this to a one-time thing.
“That’s right. Wet yo’ dick,” he commanded.
“My God! This dick is sooo good!” I erupted on his dick as he pulled me into him and connected his lips to mine, never halting his strokes.
“Good fucking girl!” He thrusted into me a few more times before collapsing on me in an eruption of his own.
“Damn!” I cried out as he slowly stroked me, allowing our breathing to return to normal before he removed his dick from me. I could feel exhaustion settling in as I curled up on the couch.
“Thank you.” I yawned, my eyes opening and closing. “You can let yourself out,” I mumbled.
I didn’t have enough energy to get up and walk him out.
“Nah,” he replied softly, scooping me up in his arms effortlessly.
“Wait! What are you doing?” I squealed, pushing against his chest as he carried me toward the bathroom.
“Getting you cleaned up for round two.”
“Round two? Jax, I don’t think I can take anymore,” I protested as we entered the bathroom.
“Yeah, you can,” he said, reaching for the shower knob and turning on the water. The sound of rushing water filled the air. “You just need a little rest and some food.”
He gently lowered me into the shower. The warmth of the water quickly enveloped me.
“Food?” I stared at him like he was insane. “Jax, this is only supposed to be a one-night thing. Wham! Bam! Thank you, ma’am.” I stared up at him with confusion plastered on my face.
“I know. The night is not over, though.”
He stepped into the shower with me, catching me off guard. What was he doing? This was not how any of this was supposed to go. I stood there, allowing the water to run over my tired body. Girl, you done fucked a man you can’t get rid of.
“If all we have is one night together, Faye, I want to use all my time.”
He grabbed the shower gel and the loofah I had hanging in the shower caddy and lathered them underneath the water.
“Your words say you’re looking for something quick, but is that what you need?”
He softly brought the loofah across my back, and my body melted under his touch.
“Jax—”
“Something is telling me you need more than just a quick fuck.”
He turned me around and pulled my back into his hard chest. My breath hitched as I stood there speechless, allowing him to wash me up. There was something almost surreal about his gentleness. The way he handled me like something fragile was foreign to me.
“Let me fill your glass, Faye Baby.” He kissed my neck gently, and all I could do was agree.
“Okay.”
“You’re empty, but I got you,” he said.
“Okay,” I muttered again softly as he led me under the water and allowed the soap to run off my body and down the drain.
A strange combination of emotions swirled in my head along with an overwhelming sense of safety. This was strange and different, but I liked it.
“You treat all your random hook ups this nice?”
“No,” he admitted.
“Then what is different about me?”
“You have a beautiful soul. Do you know that? I feel drawn to it.”
My cheeks flushed.
“I’m sure my soul isn’t any more beautiful than any of the other women…” I started, but my voice trailed off as he turned me to look at him.
“Don’t play yourself. The way you light up when you talk about sports, your show—it’s beautiful. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s not something everybody has.”
I stared at him for a moment, searching for the honesty of his words in his eyes, and my heart raced. What was happening?
“Wash my back?”
He held up a towel and flashed an inviting grin.
“Um, sure.”
I slowly grabbed the soapy towel from his hand, and he turned around.
His tattoo-covered back was on full display.
My eyes roamed the length of him. His dick peeked through the gap in his legs.
Damn, this man is fine. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I lathered the phoenix tattoo that covered his entire back.
This was intimate, too intimate, but it felt good despite the fact I was crossing a huge line with Jax, and I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out in the long run.
We rinsed off the last of the soap before turning off the water and exiting the shower. Jax stepped out first.
“Here.”
He handed me a towel to dry off before we made our way back to the bedroom. I wasted no time climbing into bed and tucking my naked body underneath the sheets.
“What do you like to eat? I’m calling room service.” Jax joined me on the bed. I wanted to protest his staying, but I also wanted him here.
“Chicken tenders. Those are usually my go to.”
“Tenders it is.” He tapped on his phone for a few minutes before joining me underneath the covers and pulling my body into his.
“It’ll be about twenty minutes.”
He grabbed the remote off the nightstand and turned on the TV.
“Highlights until the food arrives?” he asked, turning the channel to GZN Sports.
“How do you know my nightly ritual?”
“’Cause I know you.” He pulled me into his chest, and the sounds of Malcom A. Styles filled the room. “And I got you tonight.”