Fallen Angel (The List #3) by N K Love Read Free Book Online

won’t B.”
     
    Urging me closer, I shuffle my knees forward
and spread myself wider apart giving him optimum access. Jax sucks on my ear
lobe and then bites down. My body responds with all over shivers, making it
difficult to articulate a response.
     
    “Tell. Me.”
     
    He demands again in his low gravelly tone,
still biting onto me.
     
    “Jax—I won’t.”
     
    Upon hearing my answer he tugs my hoody to one
side, exposing my right cup. I expect him to yank the material out of the way
but instead, with a determined growl, he takes my breast inside his talented warm
mouth. Despite the material, he bites down hard on my sensitive hard nipple as
I whimper expletives. He bites hard enough that it’s painful but not painful
enough to outbalance this pleasure.
     
    “I promise you Jax, I won’t.” My promise seems
to satisfy him because he softens his hold. Loudly, I gasp in relief as he
sucks away at my neglected nipple through the lacy material of my bra. His
tongue feels divine. “God, your mouth—I love your mouth.”
     
    I lose the will to speak again as my brain is awash
with pleasure. I work him mercilessly in my fist whilst I absorb him… his
mouth, his hands, his voice… his awesome presence. Everything. I let it all
engulf me and take me beyond the point of no return.
     
    “Now Beth, come for me now.”
     
    He instructs me in his domineering tone, the
one I take to my dreams every night.
     
    My spiralling orgasm sweeps me away into its
magnificent whirlwind. I climax hard, panting and moaning random syllables into
his ear whilst his mouth continues to torment my breasts. I make sure never to neglect
his lavish length.
     
    Mid-climax Jax grips me harder with both hands
and his hot breath flutters across my flesh as he groans against my chest. I
didn’t even feel him move the lace out of the way but that barrier is gone now.
He takes full advantage of his large mouth, filling it and sucking me hard as
he reaches his own pleasurable peak.
     
    The first shot of ejaculate rises and erupts. So
I slow down the rhythm to match my own internal pulsating. Moaning, his lips
vibrate around me causing that special tug from within me. The warm liquid coats
his crown and my fist as he fires again.
     
    Stiffening his hips, I milk the last drop, draining
the final lick of his orgasm.
     
    He pulls my lace back into place and leans back
against the headboard. Other than that, we remain in the same positions. Unable
to move our hands, we wait for our minds to fall back in sync with our bodies
after being thrown off kilter.
     
    A short moment later I feel impelled to tell him
that I can’t wait for him to fuck my brains out—yeah, that’s how high I get off
a Jax-induced orgasm. It’s another symptom of what I’ve branded the Jax Effect .
Before the words have chance to leave my lips, we hear exaggerated coughing
coming from the top of the stairs at the other end of the hallway.
     
    Shit! I freeze, widening my eyes at Jax. He
curses as he swiftly zips up my top but when he meets my panicked eyes again
his face flickers into a boyish grin.
     
    Melting me, I whip my hand out of the covers and
swipe some tissues from the box on the side just as Jack coughs again. He
clears his throat intentionally loud as he nears the bedroom. Obviously trying
to give us ample opportunity to stop him if necessary.
     
    I wipe my hand efficiently—under more
favourable circumstances I would’ve been tempted to lick it clean. I wrap the screwed
up tissues inside a clean one and stuff them into my hoody pocket.
     
    The door’s ajar but Jack knocks twice.
     
    “Are you two decent?”
     
    Jax straightens out the covers and I feel for
him because he didn’t get chance to wipe himself down.
     
    “Of course Jack.”
     
    My voice surprisingly holds steady even though
Jax is nudging me playfully to try and throw me off. I feel like a teenager
about to get caught by her parents. Jack breezes in, bringing with him his air
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