Jax (Hot Shots 3)

“God, Jax,” she moans as her hands move to her shorts, pushing them down, leaving her in a barely-there pair of underwear, so see through I can see the lips of her pussy.

“Not God, sweetheart, just me, a man who wants you more than his last breath.” I step into her space, my hands cupping her cheeks, needing to touch her in some way. Sloane’s hands meet my stomach, softly, hesitantly, until I kiss her, my need to taste her overpowering everything in this moment. Her nails dig into my skin, causing me to moan against her lips.

“Jax,” she breathes. Her hands leave my body. “I need you.” I watch as she shimmies out of her top, tits bouncing, nipples pebbled and hard, begging for my mouth. I want to savor her this time around.

“You take those panties off, Sloane, there’s no going back. I’ll make you mine forever, and you’ll never leave my side.” Her hands are already skimming the top hem, rolling them so she can use her legs to slide them down.

“As long as you’re right there with me, there’s no place I’d rather be.” With that remark she does the least of what I expect, turning around and climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees, giving me a view that drops me to my knees and holding the cheeks of her ass as I get my first taste of her pussy.

Sloane’s body locks tight at the sensation of my tongue licking at the folds of her pussy, teasing her, not going near her clit. I don’t want her to come this way, at least not yet. When she relaxes, her head falling down onto the mattress, I tip her hips back, giving me the access I need to make her see stars. I already know she won’t come with my cock her first time, which is something I hate. I know it’ll cause her pain, so I make it my mission to give her nothing but pleasure until then. My lower teeth scrape against her clit as my tongue slowly fucks Sloane’s cunt, mimicking what I’ll be doing with my cock shortly.

“Jax,” she wails, her legs clutching my head, holding it in a vice, and I know she’ll be coming in a matter of moments. I redouble my efforts even when she tries to lie down, not sure if she wants to chase her orgasm or run away from the feeling that’s trembling through her body. I hum on the next thrust of my tongue inside her, and that’s when she comes. Her moans have me fisting my cock, trying to hold off my need until I’m inside her. I continue lapping her until she calms down and her body can’t take any more, only then do I get off my knees. Sloane turns around, watching me fist my cock with one hand and wiping her wetness off my face with the other.

“I want to taste you.” Sloane’s voice is low, husky, and deep with need.

“As much as I want your mouth on me, I know if you do that, I won’t last. One sweep of your sweet-as-sin tongue would bring me to my knees and have me coming before I’m even inside of you,” I admit.

“Oh...next time, then?” I’m already making my way between her spread thighs. I need her eyes on me while I’m taking the greatest gift she’ll ever give me.

“Without a doubt, sweetheart, and we’ll have plenty of time.” Her thighs are smooth as I slide my hands up, settling my cock at the top of her pussy, bathing it in her wetness.

“Hate like hell that I’m going to hurt you and knowing this won’t make you come. Not your first time, at least, but I promise I’ll make you feel better over and over until your body is so wrung out, you’ll feel nothing but bliss,” I promise her as my lips sip at hers. Sloane’s hands are on my biceps. I figured she’d be tense with worry, but the way her hips are rocking as I slide the underside of my cock along her pussy is telling me a completely different story.

“I’ll be okay. I want to see you come apart, that I’m the one doing that to you, for you, really.”

“I don’t deserve you, but I promise as God as my witness that I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re happy every day of our lives. That being said, are you on birth control, or am I pulling out?” I already know there might be a chance she isn’t on any type of contraceptive, but I’m also not wearing anything, not when I want us to be skin on skin. Sure, pulling out could still get her pregnant, and as young as she is, I’d hate like hell for that to happen before we’re ready.