“I’m getting in that pink.” I moved to the side so I was sitting against the headboard. I pulled her over with me.
Jax growled at me for taking away his plaything. I didn’t blame him.
“Once she’s on my dick, do whatever. I just need to feel that heat first.” I took her upper arms in my hands and lifted her to straddle me.
“No.” She tried to twist away.
Jax was behind her in a split second. He wrapped his arms around to her front and squeezed her tits. Hard. So hard.
She screamed and tried to elbow Jax. Big mistake. I just leaned back and watched, stroking my cock for the show.
“Charlotte.” Jax was matter of fact even as he wrestled her into his arms. “You’ve brought this on yourself. I wasn’t going to do it. I really wasn’t.” He shot a grin at me. Liar. He wrapped his forearm around her neck, giving just enough pressure to make her still. “But now you’ve gone and begged for it. So I’ll have to give it to you like you need.”
He sat down hard on the edge of the bed and pulled her across his lap. She was fighting again. Scratching, biting, saying words I was surprised she knew. He laughed and reached down to the floor. I knew what he was doing. I licked my lips in anticipation. Her ass was towards me. I could see the frills of her inner lips peeking out. They were wet, plump.
He pushed her back down and pinned her stomach against his thighs before digging his elbows into her back. Another scream that made my dick jump against my hand.
He made one loop with the belt. Once he had the length he wanted, he let up with his elbows and slammed his left hand down on her upper back with a crack. Then he let loose.
It was a beautiful sight. Lash after lash with his belt as she screamed and jerked against the leather. The crack of each stroke was heady and punctuated with her throaty cries. I stroked my shaft faster with each stroke, with each line of sweet red along her skin.
She struggled. Jax’s large palm ensured she wasn’t going anywhere. Her cunt quivered with the strikes, making me want to lick her until she felt nothing except my tongue.
After a dozen hits or so, she stilled and went limp. Her beautiful ass was made even more perfect with the glow from the belt. Jax stayed his hand once she settled down.
He rubbed her ass, dulling the sting. “Are you going to behave, Charlotte?”
“Y-yes.” Her voice barely reached my ears.
He lifted her easily and moved her back astride me. A tear escaped and ran down her flushed cheek. I wiped it away and licked it from my fingertip. “Aw, Jax. You made her cry.”
“Good.” He straddled my knees and pulled her head to the side before latching his mouth to her graceful neck.
Her nipples were a ruddy pink. I didn’t want to see them anymore. I wanted to taste them. To gorge myself on them. I leaned forward and did just that, palming one and kissing along the underside of the other. I kept kissing around the swell until I reached the stiff tip. I sucked it into my mouth and bit down lightly. Jax snaked a hand down to her pussy, splitting her lips with his index and ring finger and using the middle one to show me her clit.
One look down at her open cunt and that was it. I had to have it.
I leaned back and gripped her hips, pulling her forward. I hissed when her slick folds hit my head. I lifted her a little more and poised my tip right at her entrance. Jax moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed down, impaling her on my cock. She and I were face to face.
Fuck yes. She was so tight and slick, like a greased fist.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip. When she opened them, I didn’t see fear there. I saw something else. Something unexpected. Heat.
“Work me, princess. Up and down like a good girl.”
Jax bit and licked her neck, her shoulders. She began to move, slowly at first. She cheated, too, rubbing her clit against me instead of working my whole shaft. Filthy slut wanted to get off again. I wanted her to, wanted her screaming.
Jax wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing and guiding her to look back at him. She turned her head to the side and he took her lips. Kissing her roughly as she rode my cock. His tongue slipped inside, wet and searching. I palmed one tit and stared down at where she worked my shaft into her. I moved my one free hand under her thigh so she got more lift, sliding up and down on me like a goddamn carousel pony.