“Not even for a second.” He picked her up, pushing his hands up her thighs and grabbing hold of her bare cheeks. “God, yeah. This is what I like about you.”
“What’s that?” She closed her eyes and accepted his warm kisses, the ones he placed at her ear, slipped down her neck, and eventually left on the fullness of her breasts.
“Spontaneity,” he whispered, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as his fingers spread and probed her.
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m not spontaneous.”
“You’re not?” Jax shifted his weight forward.
His penis nudged her wet opening and she moaned, realizing then there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for these men, her men, her lovers.
“That’s my girl,” Jax said, lifting her bottom and plowing inside her pussy with one good thrust. “God bless, baby. You’re always so fucking ready for me.”
His hips jerked and he found a quick pace, one that she thought would leave her finished, leave her in complete ruins, in a matter of a few minutes. Instead, he took her there against that wall, loving her for all to see, for anyone to witness.
He was unhurried, not at all in a rush, and he screwed her for what seemed like minutes, hours, maybe even days. His body was an instrument of refined pleasure, giving and taking, receiving and contributing. He used her for his satisfaction, but in turn he made her into this insatiable little wench, a vixen as he’d so lovingly called her on more than one occasion.
She was loved well, fucked like no one was watching. And after he finished her, Tyler and Flint took their turns, each showing her what it was like to lose control, to grab life by the horns and just ride the hell out of a good time.
“I’m in love,” she whispered as Flint pushed her chest against the wall and took her from behind, gripping her hips and slamming inside her while Tyler spanked her ass.
A shiver of excitement ran over her as an eighteen wheeler passed, and the driver honked his horn and yelled out a few obscenities.
Instead of being offended, she took his words as a compliment and undulated in Flint’s arms, bucking back, slamming against him, and begging for more. And there would be a lifetime of “more” to anticipate, something she considered as they drove her home later that night.
“Did you think I looked sexy?” she asked, looking up at Jax as he combed his fingers through her hair.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Do you think we’ll be like them when we’re older?”
“Who? Kane and Peyton? Vicky and her husbands?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes, already dreaming of a beautiful future.
“Yes, baby,” Jax said, kissing her forehead. “I think we’ll be chasing one another around in our wheelchairs asking the assisted living staff for a field trip to the closest fetish club.”
She sighed and curled up in his arms. “That sounds like a beautiful plan and I think you’re right.”
THE END