Page 63 of Louder Than Words

“Oh?” He slides up my dress, fingers hooking around either side of my panties—but then he pauses. “What kind?”

“V-Vanilla,” I rush out, breath hitching.

Heat pools between my legs as I watch his eyebrow raise.

Without hesitation, he tears them off, sending them flying to the floor.

God I love vanilla.

Then his hand is on the insides of my thighs, inching higher as my core pulses with need.

“Anything else?” he asks, biting back a grin.

“Chocolate pie,” I nearly shout from the anticipation.

Without warning, he plunges a finger deep inside of me, my pussy already clenching around it. A low moan vibrates in my throat as my body arches for more.

He chuckles, then removes his finger and brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean. His eyes stay on mine when he scoots down and slowly pulls my knees apart, letting them fall on either side. The second his gaze snaps to my already aching pussy, he lets out a hungry groan and lowers himself until he disappears between my thighs.

I wait patiently, waiting for some sort of relief, but am met with nothing.

Reaching down, I gently tug his hair and a smirk spreads along my lips.

“You know what goes great with chocolate pie?” I ask teasingly.

“Tell me” he says, his breath fanning against my wetness.

I bring my lip between my teeth and utter, “Whipped cream.”

The second his tongue swipes inside me, my eyes roll back. He licks, and sucks on my clit, feeling so good my hips buck off the bed.

He adds a finger and I start seeing stars, already feeling the heat pooling low in my belly.

Then he stops—

My head snaps up, ready to full on fight him because I don’t want to list any more damn dessert. I want him inside of me. Now.

My complaint dies on my tongue when I meet his eyes and watch him snap his belt off. Without looking away, my hands find the hem of my dress and quickly tear it off. I don’t miss the way his eyes practically turn into those cartoon hearts when they land on my breasts since I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight.

He shakes his head slowly. “God,” he rasps. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

I sit up on my elbows, tilting my head at him. “Just fuck me, Jax.”

He chuckles low, his hands landing on either side of me the second his pants hit the floor.

“Yes ma’am.”

His hands slide behind my knees, pulling me effortlessly to the edge of the bed before flipping me like it’s nothing.

It’s not time at all before the tip of his dick just barely brushes against my swollen clit and I cry out. My head dangles, my hair falling over my face as I purposely back myself closer to him.

“God, you’re so wet,” he says from behind me.

He keeps rubbing his tip along my clit as he dips one finger inside of me, curling until my vision blurs and I can’t take the teasing anymore.

I flip my hair over my shoulder to look back at him, ready to tell him to just fuck me already when a slow smirk pulls at his lips. Then he removes his finger, plants both hands on my hips, and finally thrusts himself into me.

He slowly backs out, almost to the point of slipping out of me.