Chapter 150 - 0150: Fuck Me Already, Jaxx (r18+)

Chapter 150: Chapter 0150: Fuck Me Already, Jaxx (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

Then I kissed the tip, my tongue swirling lazily over the broad, sensitive ridge, teasing, tormenting, lapping up the salty bead of pre-cum before I took him into my mouth again, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him deep.

The sound he made... half groan, half growl, vibrated through me like a current, and I chased it, hungry for more, desperate to hear it again and again.

His grip on my hair tightened... sudden, heavy, possessive, his thick fingers anchoring me completely to his hips. He buckled his lower body forward once, testing my limits, teasing, driving the thick head against the back of my throat until a muffled gasp tore from my chest.

My eyes watered instantly, but beneath the sting was something else entirely: a heady thrill I hadn’t expected, a need to be claimed exactly like this, to be undone by someone who wanted me this badly.

"You know what?" His voice dropped into a dark, dangerous purr, vibrating straight through his shaft and into my mouth, his pitch-black eyes burning down into mine.

"What?" I whispered against his slick skin, my lips stretched tight around him, my voice wet, desperate, completely unraveled.

"It’s time to ruin this cocky mouth of yours, Princess."

Before I could think, before I could even draw a full breath, his hips snapped forward. Fast. Deep. Hard. He thrust into my mouth with a brutal, relentless force that made my eyes water instantly.

I scrambled to grip his broad thigh for balance, my fingers digging through his trousers into the hard muscle beneath as his cock invaded further than ever, slamming right into the back of my throat.

My jaw ached, my throat burned, and still some reckless part of me wanted more. I had never known myself capable of wanting something so intense, so overwhelming, and yet every nerve in my body screamed for it to continue.

"That’s it..." His voice was a guttural growl, an absolute command, a filthy praise that made my stomach drop. "Take every fucking inch, Princess. Open up for me."

"J-Jaxx..." I tried to gasp, but the sound was swallowed completely as he set a punishing, rhythmic pace, his hips snapping forward again and again.

I moaned around him, my eyes watering, my throat burning, but I didn’t pull back. I didn’t want to. I let him use me, let him fuck my mouth exactly the way he desired, exactly the way he needed to claim me.

There was a strange freedom in surrendering control so completely, in letting him take whatever he wanted without hesitation or apology.

For once, I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to plan, didn’t have to be anyone other than the woman on her knees for him.

"Look at you," he rasped out, his breath coming in heavy, ragged hitches as he stared down at me taking him. "A dirty, helpless little mouth. Fuck, you look so filthy down there on your knees for me, taking my cock like you were built just to swallow it."

His words hit me like a physical slap, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight down into my lower belly. My core clenched violently around nothing, dripping, aching with a sudden, overwhelming wave of heat.

I had never wanted to be spoken to this way before, and yet here I was, craving every filthy syllable like air.

Why am I reacting like this to his words? The thought flashed frantically through the haze in my head. Why does hearing him speak to me like I’m his dirty secret make me want to give him everything?

For the past three years, Graham had never spoken to me like this. In those three years, Graham had been careful... treating my body like fragile porcelain, making every touch feel like an obligation, a chore, a performance.

He had never used filthy, possessive words that made my skin burn and my pulse race out of control.

But Jaxx? Jaxx didn’t care about polite boundaries or delicate sensibilities. He talked to me like I belonged to him, like my body was made for his satisfaction, and God help me, I craved every single word. Maybe that was the difference between being cherished and being wanted, and tonight, I wanted to be wanted more than anything.

I hadn’t realized how starved I was for this kind of hunger until it was staring me in the face, dark-eyed and merciless.

Tonight, I wasn’t a wife. Tonight, there was no marriage, no quiet dutiful woman, no Graham. Tonight, I was just me... raw, desperate, unhinged, and I wanted the dangerous man standing over me.

I wanted him with a ferocity that frightened me, that erased every careful, sensible thought I had ever held about who I was supposed to be.

"Fuck..." Jaxx’s voice was rough, broken, desperate, his knuckles white as he held my head in place. "You look so fucking good like this. Lips stretched tight around my dick, drool running down your chin... so ruined for me."

I felt my cheeks hollow, my lips working overtime to match his speed, saliva slipping down my chin and dripping onto his thigh. My body was screaming, throbbing so intensely it felt like punishment.

Instinctively, my hand slid down between my legs, my fingers reaching for my own soaked center, seeking relief, seeking the touch that would push me over the edge.

Slap.

His hand snapped out, his palm striking my wrist, knocking my hand away from my heat before I could touch myself.

"That’s not for you to touch, Princess," he growled, his voice dark, possessive, leaving zero room for argument. "That wet little cunt belongs to me tonight. You don’t get to touch it unless I tell you to."

I whimpered against his shaft, the command vibrating through my spine, but I didn’t fight him. My hand dropped back to his thigh, clutching him tightly as I stroked the base of his shaft in rhythm with his deep, punishing thrusts.

I sucked him deeper, taking the full weight of him until I saw stars behind my eyelids, until my mind spun out of control, until every cell in my body hummed with raw need.

Being denied release only sharpened my hunger, made every nerve in my body scream for him even louder. It was maddening, this contradiction... being controlled so completely while feeling more alive than I had in years.

"Fuck, Elena... you’re milking me," he hissed out, his breathing turning rough, ragged, completely frantic. I could feel the sudden, intense pulse in his shaft, the hard twitching of his muscles, and I knew he was right on the edge. "Fucking hell..."

His voice dissolved into a low, primal groan as his hips thrust three more times... deep, hard, unrelenting, pinning my head back before he spilled down my throat, shot after hot, thick, salty shot.

I swallowed every single drop greedily, desperately, my throat working around him, not letting a single drop escape.

My lips remained wrapped tight around his shaft, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head, milking him for every last drop of his release.

When he finally pulled back, resting his hands heavily on my bare shoulders as he caught his breath, his cock pulsed one last time against my mouth. I looked up at him through my lashes, my lips wet and swollen, his dark eyes burning down into mine as his broad chest heaved.

I had pleased him. I had driven him completely over the edge, and something fierce and proud bloomed in my chest at the sight of him so wrecked, so undone because of me.

And fuck, it felt incredible.

His taste lingered heavy on my tongue... salty, musky, flooding my senses and making my head spin. I didn’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like he owned every breath in my lungs, every thought in my head.

Or maybe it was the way he had just fucked my mouth, rough and relentless, like he was starved for me. Or perhaps it was the dark, dirty words he had fed me, shattering my pride until nothing was left but raw hunger.

Whatever the reason, the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could filter them... shameless, desperate, completely out of my mind.

"Fuck me already, Jaxx."

His smirk was instant, a dark, predatory gleam lighting up his eyes that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine.

"You don’t have to ask twice, Bambina," he rasped out.

Before I could take another breath, his heavy hands were under my arms, lifting me off my knees like I weighed nothing at all. He hauled my bare body up against his chest, his mouth crashing into mine in a hard, demanding kiss.

His tongue swept inside, claiming my mouth, and I kissed him back with the same wild intensity, making sure he tasted himself on my tongue, making sure he knew I was completely his.

"Bambina," he rumbled against my wet lips, his voice thick with possessive satisfaction.

Then he started walking, carrying my weight effortlessly, as though the last few minutes had cost him nothing at all.

I expected him to toss me onto the couch. Or the mahogany table. Somewhere in the shadows of the room. But my eyes widened in sudden shock as he strode straight past the desk, heading directly toward the massive, floor-to-ceiling glass window that framed his penthouse.

Outside, the entire city sprawled beneath us... a glittering, endless maze of skyscrapers, streetlights, and moving traffic.

"What..?" My breath caught sharply in my throat as he set my feet down onto the floor, immediately turning me around and pressing my bare front flush against the cool, slick glass.

The city stretched out directly beneath me. Below us, tiny headlights crawled along the streets, people walked past on the sidewalks far below, the world moving on completely oblivious to what was happening on the top floor.

The contrast sent my head spinning... thousands of strangers living their ordinary lives while I stood exposed above them, utterly undone. There was something dizzying about it, something that made my heart race even faster than his touch alone could manage.

"Jaxx, what are you doing?" My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, my pulse roaring in my ears. "I know you’re crazy, but not to this extent! People might see us!"

He leaned in close from behind, his massive, warm body pressing into my back, pinning me against the glass. His hands came around to grip my waist, his hot breath fanning against the shell of my ear.

"What?" His voice was a dark, amused chuckle, his chest vibrating against my spine. "Scared someone seventy stories down is going to get a view of how bad you need this?"

"You’re a bastard," I breathed out, trying to sound defiant, but my body betrayed me completely... my hips arching back into his heavy frame, my skin burning everywhere his calloused fingers pressed into my flesh.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous purr that settled deep in my bones. "You’re the one who just begged me to fuck you, aren’t you, Bambina?"

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as his hands slid up my stomach, his heavy thumbs finding my erect nipples through the air and rolling them firmly between his fingers until a broken whimper escaped me.

"I’m simply following your orders, Princess," he murmured, his lips trailing down the curve of my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my pulse point just enough to draw a sharp gasp from my mouth.

A violent shudder ran through me, my thighs trembling, my core aching and dripping, completely primed for him.

His voice dropped even lower, a dark, filthy promise spoken against my heated skin. "I’m about to make you a moaning, screaming mess against this glass... with the whole fucking city beneath us."