Chapter 22 : Jaxon Inside Her

Sara

Jaxon was not gentle. Every move he made was needy and desperate. He threw me down on the bed before tearing off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. I stared in awe at his bare, rippled chest.

He quickly grabbed hold of my shorts and almost ripped them as he pulled them down, tossing them aside, then bent down quickly shoving his face deep between my legs. I screamed out wildly. I reached my hand out and gripped a handful of his hair, pressing him deeper. He let his tongue run over every inch of me. My body went crazy with pleasure–like little electric shocks through me.

"F*ck! Jaxon!" I cried out.

I could feel myself getting ready to come. I couldn't stop the heat from rising, but Jaxon showed no signs of slowing down. He seemed just as desperate for this as I was. I screamed out and thrust my hips closer to him. He held my hips and pinned me back down holding me hostage to the will of his tongue. I rolled my eyes back and teared at the pillow next to me. I had nev