Chapter 20
Jaxon
Maddening, infuriating woman.
I stared into Savannah’s wide eyes, my jaw clenching as I walked the line of sanity and desire.
The grip I had on her neck was firm enough to force her gaze to mine, but loose enough to not leave a mark.
And from the way her perfect pussy was gripping my dick, I'd say she liked it a little too much.
Making a mental note to do that again later.
For now, she'd settle for the lazy strokes I was giving her. I was battling too many emotions right now, and the last thing I wanted was to be too rough for this. For her.
“I wasn't trying to—”
“You were, Savannah.”
Lying to me wasn't helping the situation. I'd never given any woman I'd been with a reason to fake an orgasm, especially after my piercing. Let's just say I was a proud man who got off simply from my woman getting off. We were small in numbers, but men like us existed, trust me.
She bit her lip, her eyes snapping shut, and I exhaled deeply. “Sorry, I just…”
“Just?” I pressed, my tone as gentle as the strokes. “Talk to me, trouble.”
A frustrated groan left her lips, causing me to pause any movement and furrow my brows. I had one hand on her thigh while the other was still above her head, bearing my weight.
“I'm sorry.”
“You don't need to be sorry. You just need to look at me. Open your eyes for me, trouble.”
They stayed closed (much to my annoyance) so I leaned down to kiss her.
“Look. At. Me,” I whispered softly against her lips before I pulled back.
“I'm sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about.”
And when her eyes opened, confusion marred them.
“You're not angry?”
“Angry that that brilliant mind of yours thought it was a good idea to fake an orgasm with me? Oh, yeah. But angry at you? No, not so much.”
I wasn't stupid.
If I were to guess, I'd say she was overthinking this entire situation and somehow ended up comparing me to that asshole she called an ex.
Her arms tightened around my neck as her brows creased. “Why?”
“Because I have a feeling I know what this is about. But you're going to have to verbalize it.”
“I'm not… Jaxon, you're still inside me.”
I huffed a laugh. “Well aware, trouble.”
I slid further into her and pulled out—a slow, teasing motion that had her breathing out a moan.
“Tell me what's running through that mind of yours, and I'll tell you how ridiculous it is.”
“I just thought this would be easier. I mean, it felt good—so good—and I was so close, but then… nothing. I don't know, I guess I got in my head and started overthinking about some things Chase said—”
“There are many things I can tolerate, trouble,” I drawled, leaning down to take one of her nipples between my teeth. Her silent moan was music to my ears. “But saying another man's name while I'm buried inside you isn't one of them.”
“Fine. He who shall not be named while you're… inside me.”
Chuckling, I pecked her lips. “Mhm, better. Continue.”
“I was so close and when the feeling just disappeared, it brought back every memory of me failing in bed—every harsh word he's ever said to me.
Damaged. Broken. Cold. Trust me, the list goes on.
I've accepted how difficult I can be in bed, and I didn't want you to think I was damaged, too—I wouldn't survive hearing it.
This feels good and it's mortifying that we're even talking about this now.
I can understand though, if you want to stop.
Yeah, maybe it's best we don't do this. I don't want to make this more awkward than it is.”
“Who said this was awkward?”
She scoffed in disbelief and gave me a pointed look. “Jaxon.”
She was looking at me as if I was the crazy one here. As if talking through this problem while I was inside her was the weirdest thing in the world.
What? Don't look at me like that. It's not weird.
My hand tightened around her thigh again and I slowly pushed in and out of her. “This doesn't feel awkward. If anything, that grip of yours feels like you were made for me.”
When I pushed again, deeper this time, her lashes fluttered and her breathing hitched. I placed soft kisses along her breasts, traveling up to her shoulder and neck. The little shudder she made when my lips brushed against her ear made me groan in approval.
“I'm going to say this repeatedly until it sticks, and I want you to hear every word. You are not damaged or cold or whatever bullshit reason he gave you for not putting in the work. You're fucking perfect—this pussy is fucking perfect.”
My hips rolled, going in and out at a steady pace now, building back the tension between us.
“He may not have given a fuck about your pleasure, but I do. Your pleasure is my priority, Savannah, and I take my priorities very seriously.”
My hand left her thigh to dive in between us, slowly rubbing her clit while driving inside her.
“You want to know what that little show and tell at the beach house made me realize? That you like being touched right here.” Her back arched and the sight of her eyes rolling in the back of her head made me smirk.
“Uh-huh, you like that a lot. And I bet if I played with your breasts, it would drive you insane.”
“Oh God, Jaxon,” she moaned.
“See, I'm a quick study—something you would've known if you weren't trying to end this so soon.”
“Jax—ahhh, God, that's…”
“Turn your brilliant mind off for an hour and let me show you how good it feels to be fucked right.”
“An hour?” Savannah breathed out.
“Mhm, you're right. That's too short for what I have in store for you.” My voice dropped lower, a dark promise twisting in the air around us.
Fingers played with her clit, matching the intensity of how I was fucking her. Heatwaves rippled around us and her breathless moans became my favorite symphony. Fuck, she felt incredible—hot, out of this world, incredible.
Her nipples rubbed against my chest and the friction made my cock throb inside her. The sensation of my piercing rubbing against her inner walls sent pleasure up my spine. I gripped her ass, pulling her into every thrust, making her mine.
I felt the blood rushing through my veins, the sound of her wetness trying desperately to bring the monster out in me. She clenched around my cock and I groaned, drinking in the sight of her taking every inch of me.
She let out a long, low moan when I hit a certain spot, and I chuckled. “Right there?”
“Yes, oh fuck, right there. Jaxon, I…”
With every thrust of my hips, she cried out in pleasure. I kept the same pace, pounding into that delicious sweet spot, loving the feel of her trembling in my arms. She was almost there—I could feel it just as much as I could feel the pressure in my balls.
But this was far from over.
I cursed when she started matching my every thrust, giving and taking, doing anything to find the edge.
“Wait, Jaxon, I'm going to…”
“Trust me,” I whispered to her, leaning in to kiss her. When I looked in her eyes, all I saw was sweet desperation. “Sex doesn't work if you don't trust. Your body won't give in until you tell it to. Now, be a good girl and trust me—let me make you come.”
She groaned and tried to look away from me, but I pulled her gaze back. When I was sure she wasn't going to look away, my hand drifted to her breasts. My finger tugged on one of her nipples, pinching and squeezing. Her legs tightened around my waist, and I knew I had her.
“Come for me, trouble.”
She cried out, throwing her head back and clenching around my dick so tight, I had to beg myself not to come. I pulled out of her after she stopped convulsing, gazing down at her with nothing shy of awe.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered, pressing my lips to hers.
She murmured something, blinking slowly under the haze of satisfaction.
“I'm not done with you yet, trouble. That,” I added, pecking her again before slapping her ass, “was a gift—a little evidence to show you I can make you come. Now the real fun begins.”
“Huh?”
“Turn around. Hands on the headboard.”
Her eyes widened slightly at the command, but I could see the excitement behind her eyes. She bit her lip and I rolled her on her stomach, spanking her again. She groaned and inched away.
“Oh no, don't run from me, trouble.” I pulled on her ankles and gripped her waist. “Ass in the air for me. Mhm, good girl.”
I watched her fingers curl around the stakes of the headboard. She whimpered when the head of my cock nudged against her begging entrance. I groaned and leaned low, leaving a trail of kisses down her back as I murmured, “Bend your back like this. Down a little more, good girl.”
My fingers slid across her pussy, and I groaned in her ear. “You're so fucking responsive. Fuck, you're going to be the death of me, aren't you, trouble?”
Replacing my fingers with my dick, I rubbed it across her slick folds before sinking into her. We both groaned and I felt her relax under me, her head flushing between the sheets.
With every inch she took, I could feel her stretching around me—and fuck, she felt good. Leaning up, I gripped her waist and watched the sight with utter fixation.
I could get used to seeing her like this—ass up, moaning my name, dripping wet for me.
She was mine.
Fuck the contract.
There was no way I was letting her go.
“Feel good?” I asked her through uneven breaths, barely holding back.
She groaned and nodded.
“Words, baby, I need the words.”
“Yes. Oh God, it feels so good.”
A pulse of pleasure found me as I started pounding into her, and the little, short gasps from her lips only added to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. She became the air I breathed, and I wanted—no, needed—more.
I fucked her faster, deeper, stealing her moans and cries until they became too much for her to bear. My hand maneuvered under her, grabbing one of her swinging breasts and playing with her nipple. Then I gave the same treatment to the other, loving the way her back arched at my touch.