Chapter TwentyFour
Jaxon was on top of me in a flash, his hands in my hair before I could blink. He pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at him as he crashed his lips into mine.
There was only desperation in the way he kissed me.
Pure, unrelenting desperation.
I moaned against his mouth as his tongue slid across my lips before diving into my mouth.
My hands gripped the nape of his neck, fingernails digging into his skin as his hands traveled down my sides, stroking the curves of my breasts and hips.
I sucked in a breath as my hard nipples rubbed against his bare chest. I needed more friction—I wanted to feel his mouth around them, sucking and teasing them with his teeth until I couldn’t take it anymore.
His lips left mine and moved to the side of my neck. He dragged his teeth along my burning skin, his tongue lapping along where he carefully bit at the sensitive parts. He continued moving down, hands resting on my hips as he lowered himself between my legs.
The devil wasn’t in hell. He was kneeling before me, kissing my inner thighs agonizingly slowly.
Using his fingers, he spread me and ran the tip of his tongue along my clit.
“Putain, I’ll never tire of that taste,” he moaned, savoring me on his tongue. “Comme ma propre drogue personnelle.”
His lips encased my budding clit, tugging it gently with his teeth. My knees buckled, but his hands were there on my thighs, keeping me pinned in place. He sucked and licked, feasting on my pussy as if I were oxygen and he was drowning at sea.
Nerves that I didn’t know existed burst into life.
I grabbed his hair as he ran a finger teasingly around my entrance. I tried to grind down, needing to feel him inside me.
“Use your words, Evelyn,” he drawled between licks. “Tell me what you want. Do you want me to fuck you with my finger?”
“Please,” I urged. “Please fuck me.”
“Fuck you how?” He smirked. “Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you.”
Christ. “Fuck me with your finger, with your cock, with everything you have. Just fill me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He slid two fingers in, right down to the second knuckles. I whimpered as he pumped in and out twice before slipping a third finger in.
It was too much.
I knew I wouldn’t last long.
The second his mouth found my clit again, sucking it between his lips and running his tongue along the nerves, I came undone.
Stars exploded across my vision. Heat traveled from the base of my feet right up into each of my fingertips.
He didn’t relent. Sucking, licking, fucking me with his fingers until my body was a trembling mess. I cried out, my nails digging into his skull as I shattered into a million fucking shards.
I chased the high of the orgasm. The sound of my wetness drenching his fingers, his animalistic moans, it was all too much.
How had it taken this long in my life to experience such unforgiving pleasure?
Jaxon moved, pulling down his underwear and letting his thick cock spring free.
Teeth skimming my bottom lip, I imagined how it felt in my mouth. The sheer width claiming every inch of my throat, savoring the taste of his precum, before filling my soaking wet pussy. My thighs rubbed together, my desire coating the sensitive skin.
His chest rose and fell rapidly.
“I’m on birth control,” I blurted out suddenly. “And I’m clean. I haven’t slept with anyone since…”
“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.
He felt 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 into him, 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.
I curled myself around him, his heartbeat in my ear and his arm around my shoulders.
We lay there in silence with only the sound of the wind howling outside to offer us any comfort. I think we both knew at that moment that the second the sun came back up, there was no going back for either of us.
So, I straddled him, pleased to find his cock hard and ready, and ensured that neither of us slept a wink the whole night.