“Please, Jax,” I beg him. “I need you.”
“I know, Angel,” he whispers. Then he undoes his belt and zipper with one hand while he holds onto me with his other, and all I can do is wait and pant as my body pulses with need. When he presses me against the wall a few seconds later, my legs tremble as he slides his cock deep inside me.
“Luce,” he groans. “Your pussy is my addiction. You know that?”
“I hope so,” I purr, “because I never want you to stop doing this.”
“I never will, Angel. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Jax,” I breathe as he drives deeper inside me, fucking me on the dance-floor as the song goes on playing around us. “Only you.”