Chapter 219 - 0219: You’ve Been Good (r18+)

Chapter 219: Chapter 0219: You’ve Been Good (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

His tongue was everywhere.

Licking. Sucking. Flicking. Smacking.

A filthy, relentless symphony of wet sounds and obscene pleasure had my mind short-circuiting, my body arching, my hips grinding down against his face like I was starved for him, like I needed him to breathe. I’d never felt anything like it... this total surrender of control, this complete unraveling of every careful wall I’d built around myself.

With Jaxx, there was no room for pretense. There was only this: raw need, raw heat, and the desperate ache clawing through my veins. Some distant, rational part of me marveled at how quickly I’d gotten here, how easily he’d dismantled years of careful composure with nothing but his mouth and the low rumble of his voice.

His lips sealed around my clit, sucking hard, then soft, then hard again, his tongue swirling in maddening circles before flattening, dragging from my entrance to my clit in one long, slow stroke that made my toes curl and my back bow. "M-More..." The word tumbled from my lips, broken, desperate, my voice raw with need. "Jaxx... more... please..."

He complied, without words... without mercy.

His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider, pulling me deeper into his mouth like he was drowning and I was his last breath. I could feel the hunger radiating off him, something primal and unrestrained, like he’d been waiting his whole life just to taste me like this. There was no hesitation in him, no careful restraint, only a devotion so fierce it bordered on desperation, as if he needed this as much as I did.

His tongue plunged inside me, thick, hot, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes before pulling back to lap at my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips, applying just the right amount of pressure... enough to make my vision white at the edges, enough to make my moans turn feral, enough to make me forget my own name.

I clutched at the sheets beneath me, desperate for something to anchor myself to, but there was no anchoring against this. There was only falling, and some reckless part of me didn’t want to be caught.

"You like that, Bambina?" he growled against me, the vibration of his voice humming straight through my core. "You like riding my face?"

"Yes," I sobbed, past shame, past pride, past everything. "God, yes, Jaxx, don’t stop, please don’t stop..."

"Then don’t hold back." His teeth grazed my inner thigh, then his mouth returned, hungrier. "Grind on my tongue. Use my mouth. Take what you need from me, princess. It’s yours."

"Fuck! Jaxx! Don’t stop!"

I didn’t.

He didn’t.

His mouth was sin. His tongue was magic. His lips... God, his lips, sealed around me, sucking, kissing, worshiping me like I was the only thing he ever wanted to taste. There was something almost reverent in the way he touched me, like he wasn’t just chasing my pleasure but memorizing it, committing every gasp and shudder to memory, as though he wanted to carry the sound of my undoing with him long after this moment ended.

Every lick sent sparks racing through my veins. Every suck made my hips jerk. Every flick of his tongue had me whimpering, begging, losing myself in the filthy sounds of his mouth devouring me. The sounds alone could have killed me... wet, sloppy, greedy, the smack of his lips, the slick slide of his tongue, the deep groans he let out with every taste like I was the best thing that had ever touched his mouth.

I’d never known pleasure could sound this obscene, this unashamed, and some small, startled part of me wondered how I’d ever go back to anything less than this.

"Y-You’re... nnh... gonna make me...!"

I couldn’t finish the sentence. My thoughts scattered as his tongue stiffened, pushing inside me again, curling just right, hitting that spot, that fucking spot, that made my entire body tremble. My fingers dug into the sheets, my nails tearing at the fabric as I ground down against him, chasing the high, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach.

His nose brushed my clit with every movement, the combination of pressure and friction driving me insane. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the sound of my own voice, high and broken, begging for something I couldn’t even name anymore... something that felt bigger than an orgasm, something that felt like surrender itself.

I could feel his groans vibrating against me, feel the way his cock twitched beneath me, hard and aching and dripping for attention, the tip leaking, fat and heavy, brushing against my chest every time I shuddered.

Even in the throes of giving, he was just as desperate, just as undone, and that knowledge alone nearly pushed me over the edge. It struck me, even then, that his pleasure seemed tangled up with mine in a way that felt less like performance and more like need.

"Jaxx! I’m... I’m so close!"

And then.. he stopped, just like that.

His mouth pulled away, leaving me cold, empty, gasping. I whimpered, my body trembling, my pussy clenching at nothing, my mind screaming in dissatisfaction. The sudden loss felt like a betrayal, my body still humming with unspent need, every nerve ending crying out for him to return.

"Why..." I gasped, lifting my head, glaring at him over my shoulder, my whole body shaking. "Why would you... that’s the third time, Jaxx, you absolute..."

"Don’t you think it’s time to treat me to the same treatment, mama?"

His voice was rough, dark, dripping with lust and command. I frowned, my breath still heavy, my chest heaving as I stared down at him, confused, frustrated, until his right hand shot down, wrapping around his cock, stroking himself slowly, deliberately, his eyes burning into mine.

Oh.

Oh, God.

"You’ve been sucking in air and squeezing your thighs around my head for twenty minutes, Elena," he said, his fist dragging up his length, slow, lazy, torturous to watch. "You know what I’ve been doing? Lying here with a hard cock and a soaked, dripping pussy on my tongue, waiting for you to stop being polite and take what’s yours. Now are you going to keep staring at it, or are you going to put that mouth to work?"

My eyes widened, my mind racing with filthy images: me, bent over him, taking him deep, sucking him off while he ate me out. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly. I’d never considered myself bold in bed before him, but something about the way he looked at me, like I was both a question and the only answer he wanted, made boldness feel inevitable.

Fuck.

I bit my lip, my pussy throbbing at the thought, my mouth watering. It was filthy. Obscene. Perfect.

Before I could overthink it, I moved, crawled down his body just enough to reach him, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock, fisting him tight. He hissed, his hips jerking, a drop of precome beading at the tip. I licked my lips, my gaze locked on his as I leaned down, and took him into my mouth.

"Mmm..." The sound escaped me instantly, the taste of him, salty, musky, pure Jaxx, filling my senses. His cock was heavy on my tongue, thick, veiny, pulsing with need. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently at first, teasing the head with the tip of my tongue, tracing the ridge, dipping into the slit, lapping up the bitter drop of precome before taking him deeper, my hand stroking the base in time with my mouth.

There was something intoxicating about having this much power over him, about watching the composed, commanding man above me come undone by my mouth alone. I wanted to see how far I could push him, how much of that control I could unravel before he broke completely.

"Fuck..." His voice was a growl, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me without forcing, letting me set the pace, until his mouth was back on my pussy, his tongue diving inside me again, licking, sucking, fucking me with his mouth while I moaned around his cock.

The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure racing through me from both ends, my body arching, my moans vibrating around him as his tongue worked magic between my legs. His lips sealed around my clit again, sucking hard, and I nearly jerked off him, my body shuddering, my mind spinning.

I’d never experienced anything so consuming, so entirely all-encompassing, like my whole world had narrowed down to this single point of connection between us. Nothing else existed... not the room, not the hour, not even who I’d been before this.

He was ruining me, and I never wanted it to end.

His tongue was relentless, a masterpiece of filthy precision, licking me like he was savoring the finest sin, like my pussy was the only thing he ever wanted to taste. Every stroke was deliberate, every suck a promise, every flick of his tongue against my clit sending electric shocks racing through my body.

I moaned around his cock, my lips stretched around his girth, my tongue swirling over the head before taking him deeper, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t reach, my other hand cupping him, rolling softly, earning a strangled groan against my folds that shot straight through me. I pulled back, breathed, and took him deeper, deeper, until he hit the back of my throat and my eyes watered, my gagging squeezing around him.

"Jesus Christ..." His hips bucked off the bed, his fist tightening in my hair. "Just like that, Bambina. Fuck, your throat feels like heaven. Choke on it, baby. Take it."

I did it again, and again, drool spilling down his shaft, my hand working the wet length of him while my mouth worked the rest, the sounds obscene, wet, shameless. He cursed in two languages under me, his thighs flexing, his abs clenching, and God, the power of it, Jaxx Moretti coming undone beneath me, groaning into my pussy, grinding his face deeper into me like he couldn’t get enough even while I wrecked him.

Knowing I could reduce him to this, this desperate, growling mess, made something fierce and triumphant bloom in my chest, a thrill unlike anything I’d known before, the knowledge that I held just as much power in this moment as he did.

"Mmm..." I hummed against him, the vibration making his hips jerk. "S-So good..." I whimpered as his tongue plunged inside me again, fucking me with long, deep strokes before pulling back to circle my clit, sucking it between his lips with just the right amount of pressure. My hips rocked against his face, grinding down, chasing the pleasure that coiled tighter and tighter inside me.

"That’s it, Bambina..." His voice was a dark growl, muffled against my pussy, his breath hot against my skin. "Suck my cock while I eat this sweet pussy. That’s my girl. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

I had no intention of stopping.

I took him deeper, gagging slightly before pulling back, licking the underside of his cock from base to tip, flattening my tongue against the thick vein and dragging up slowly until I swirled around the head, sucking the tip like it was my favorite thing in the world, and by the sounds he was making, he believed it.

Then I sucked him back in, bobbing my head, faster now, hungrier, my moans vibrating around him, my mouth and his tongue working in the same rhythm, the same filthy tempo, climbing together.

His tongue matched my rhythm, flicking fast, then slow, then fast again, driving me insane.

The sounds, wet, obscene, filthy, filled the room: the slurp of his mouth on my pussy, the slick glide of my lips on his cock, the ragged gasps escaping both of us. It felt like we were speaking our own language, one built entirely of need and want and the shameless pursuit of each other’s pleasure, a language neither of us had to think about, only feel.

"J-Jaxx..." I panted, pulling off him just long enough to whimper, my hand still stroking him, my body trembling, my orgasm building, coiling, threatening to shatter me. "I... I can’t... please... let me... this time... I want to..."

"You want to what, princess?" he growled, and I felt his smirk against my folds. "Say it. I want to hear it while my tongue is inside you."

"I want to come!" I cried, wrecked, past all dignity. "Please, Jaxx, I want to come in your mouth, please, I’ve been so good, I’ve been..."

"You have been good," he rasped. "The best. My good girl. Now suck."

He groaned against me, the vibration making my toes curl, my back arch. "Cum for me, princess..." His tongue flattened, dragging from my entrance to my clit in one long, slow lick before sealing his lips around my clit, and sucking hard.

"Oh! Fuck... Jaxx... I’m... I’m!"

His mouth was sin. His tongue was fire. His lips, God, his lips, worked me over, sucking, kissing, devouring me like he owned me. And in that moment, he did. My body was his. My pleasure was his. My orgasm was his to command.

"Cum," he growled, releasing my clit with a filthy pop, his voice a dark demand. "Cum all over my face, Bambina."

And just like that, I shattered.

A cry tore from my throat, raw, broken, desperate as the orgasm ripped through me, violent, all-consuming, unstoppable. My hips jerked against his face, my thighs trembling around the sides of his head, my pussy pulsing, gushing, soaking his tongue, his lips, his chin. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, endless, relentless, drowning me in ecstasy.

For a moment, I didn’t exist outside of this feeling, this white-hot bliss that erased every thought, every worry, everything but him.

My fingers clawed at the sheets, my back arching, my body shuddering as I rode his face, grinding down, whimpering, sobbing his name like a prayer.

"Jaxx! Jaxx! Fuck... Yes! Right there... Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop...!"

He didn’t.

His tongue kept licking, kept sucking, kept fucking me through it, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until my body collapsed, boneless, spent, my chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat. I could barely breathe, barely think, barely move, but God, I felt everything.

The ache between my legs, the throb of my clit, the warmth of his mouth still pressed against me, kissing me gently as I came down, trembling, whimpering, completely ruined. In the quiet aftermath, as my heartbeat slowly settled and his lips brushed soft, lingering kisses against my inner thigh, I felt something shift between us, something tender beneath all that heat, something that told me this had never been just about pleasure at all.

For the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn’t feel the urge to guard myself against what came next... I only wanted to stay here, wrapped in this fragile, unfamiliar closeness, and see where it might lead.