Page 115 of Badd B*tch

"Fuck, Tea. Killin' me, sweetheart."

I moved my mouth to his other ear. "I don't want your control, Jax. I want you to let go. I want you to give me everything. All of you. I can take you. I swear. I’ve come so hard so many times already, and I want yours. Please, honey. Please."

He hooked a hand under my neck and gripped hard, and with his other hand he lifted my right knee up. I pushed at his chest so he leaned away a little, and I planted my feet in his armpits. "You're a goddess, Tea,” he whispered. “My goddess. Everything I've ever dreamed of, everything I've ever fantasized about. It’s you."

“Take me, my love. Take me. Make me yours."

He reared upright onto his knees and wrapped his arms around my thighs, his hands gripping the creases of my hips, and he kissed the inside of my knee and he thrust into me, once, slowly, gently. The angle stretched him downward, and the stroke had his cock scraping against my inner walls in a way that left me spasming all over and on the cusp of yet another climax.

He felt all of that, saw the ravaged bliss on my face, and gave me what I was begging for.

His next thrust was rough and hard. his hips and thighs smacked loudly against my ass, and I nearly broke then, but held it back, seeing on his face how close he was, feeling in the pulse and throb of his cock how close he was.

"Yes!" I cried. "YES, Jax!"

He shuddered, then, buried in me to the hilt, and I knew he was gone. “Fuck, Tea," he snarled. "Too—too good. Can't—"

"Don’t!” I barked over him. "Let go, Jax. Please.”

“The way you beg, baby."

"You like the way I beg for you?" I breathed, while some distant part of me wondered who this was, talking like this, begging, demanding, saying dirty things. I squeezed around him again. "Please fuck me harder, Jax. I want it. I need it. I need you. I need your cock. Please, please come for me, my love. I'm begging. Fill me. Fuck me. Love me. Don’t stop until you explode inside me."

"Ahhh Jesus, Tea." He shifted forward until my ass was tilted up on his knees and he draped my calves down his back, my thighs flush against his chest, and he gave me, at last, what I was begging for, unashamedly and genuinely.

He growled low in his throat and drove into me, hard, and I felt that thrust shudder through me, filling me, splitting me open and making me shake and quake. His next thrust hit harder yet, made my tits jounce in a lazy swirl that his eyes greedily followed. "Oh my fucking god," he breathed. "I'm gonna come, Tea."

"Oh fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes. Give it all to me." I met his next thrust with one of my own, and he groaned raggedly, chin dropping to his chest. "Come for me, Jax. Come inside me."

My words triggered his release. Or maybe it was the way I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles as he thrust into me, or the way I met his thrust with my own, lifting my hips to drive him deeper.

He lost all control, leaning back and pounding into me, hard and slow at first, and then with increasing speed. He slapped against my thighs and ass loudly, and his cock squelched wet and noisy inside me, and I cried out, helpless and wracked and ruined—and coming. Again.

"Jax!" I wept, broken and still breaking, shattering. "Come with me, honey! I'm coming. I’m—oh fuck, oh god, I'm coming around your cock. You feel so fucking good, Jax. Oh god—oh god!"

The last "oh god!" was screamed as my orgasm shattered into a fourth dimension, or so it felt, wrenching my very soul and wringing yet more weeping screams out of me.

For his part, Jax was gone, devastating my pussy with rough, hard, pounding thrusts that only made me scream louder, more raggedly, and my climax kept twisting and shifting and growing and I didn't think my body could take any more, but I was utterly helpless against the relentless onslaught of ecstasy Jax was giving me with each next thrust.

I felt him come, then.

He roared like that bear back in the woods, and every muscle in his body tensed, hardening as if carved from marble, and I felt his cock pulse and throb as he went wild, thrusting into me so hard and fast I couldn't hope to keep up, could only lie there and weep and wail and come around him as he poured into me.

After a beautiful eternity of this, Jax's thrusting faltered, and he released my legs. I welcomed him on top of me as he collapsed forward, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and took over thrusting, tipping and rolling my hips to take the last drops of ecstasy from our union. He shuddered helplessly, shaking all over, cock pulsing inside me, sweat shining on his muscles, breath coming in ragged gasps.

I fluttered against him, and he spasmed all over.

He shook. "Dear god."

“Jax?" I tilted his face up to mine, met his wet, awed, stunned gaze with my own, which surely mirrored his. "I fucking love you."

He rolled to his back, taking me with him, and suddenly I was straddling him, and his hands were roaming my back and ass and shoulders and hair. "Tea, I…dear lord."

"I know."

He shook his head. "I didn't know it was possible to feel like that."

"Me either."