He takes hold of my hips and drives into me, pummeling me against the workbench so hard that my feet lift off the floor. “Fuck, Luce, I’ve never felt you so wet,” he groans. “Your ass looks so fucking beautiful when it’s striped from my belt.” He pushes his thumb into my ass again.
“Jax,” I whimper as I draw my thighs closer together.
“I’m going to fuck this one day, Angel, but not right now.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“You’re so fucking close, Luce,” he groans as he slides his thumb deeper inside, holding it there as he rails into me.
When my orgasm finally comes, it crashes into me like a freight train, shaking the breath from my entire body. Jax fucks me through it, leaning over me and whispering what a good girl I am in my ear. I tremble and shudder beneath the weight of him as the last waves wash over me. When I have stopped groaning his name, he unties my wrists and pulls me up, turning me in his arms and lifting me onto the bench.
I shuffle back, trembling as my orgasm ebbs away, but he narrows his eyes at me. “I’m not done with you yet. Come here.”
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me close to him, until our bodies are pressed flush together, before sliding his cock into my pussy again.
“Oh, fuck! Jax,” I groan.
I can hardly take any more, but I need more anyway. My walls squeeze around him, pulling him deeper as I claw at his back. I’m still so sensitive that it only takes him a few thrusts before he has me teetering on the edge again.
“You’re so fucking greedy for me, Angel,” he growls. “Your tight little cunt loves my cock.”
“I know.”
“You want to come again?”
“Yes.”
He drives in deeper and harder. “You think you deserve to?”
“No,” I whimper.
He cups my chin in his hand and tilts my head so he can look into my eyes. “You took your punishment so well, Angel. Why don’t you deserve to come again?”
“I knocked the bottle over,” I breathe. “I failed your test.”
He laughs softly. “You honestly think I was going to let you pass, Angel? It was an impossible task. I was about five seconds away from kicking those bottles over myself.”
I want to yell at him and call him an asshole, but I can’t. All I can do is breathe and feel him as I wait for his body to give mine exactly what it needs. My walls pulse around his cock and my head spins as a rush of arousal coats him, making him hiss out a breath.
He bends his head low and kisses my neck, sucking on the tender flesh on my throat that makes me quiver. If I have buttons, then Jackson Decker knows how to press every single one, and he is currently pressing them all at the same time—well, almost. When he slips his hand between us and circles two fingers over my clit, I may have well just handed him the launch codes because my climax rips through me like an atomic bomb just went off in my pussy.
“Easy, Angel,” he growls in my ear as my body shudders in his arms. “I got you.”
He grinds out his own release while I’m still riding the high of my own and when he’s done, he presses his forehead against mine. “Who owns you?” he whispers.
“You, Jax. Only you.”