Chapter 42 Meetup at midnight III
JAXON’S POV
Taking a step back, with my hand still holding her in place, against the wall, my hungry gaze ran over her, from her closed eyes to her neck, down to her hips, where her pyjamas hung loosely on her waist.
Her panties peeked out, red and lacy, and my gaze deepened.
I reached out to the red string and grabbed at it while my lips curved with a smirk. "Did you put this on for me?"
It took a second for Nancy's eyes to open and another second for her to realise what I was talking about.
When she figured it out, she flushed and hastily denied, "No, I...I..."
My smile widened as she struggled for a response.
"I didn't..."
I shut her up with a kiss, pressing her into the wall again.
She gasped when I pulled the shorts down, swiftly, without giving her a chance to stop me.
"Mr Landon..."
"Don't call me that." I hissed at her.
Her eyes widened, and she stared at me puzzledly.
"When we're together, it's Jaxon."
"I can't call you that..."
"Yes, you can."
"Now do it."
"What?" She stared searchingly at me, as though she was waiting for me to take those words back.
"Call my name," I muttered, tugging her towards me.
Immediately, my hands reached between her thighs to the wetness pooled in the middle, and satisfaction flooded me when I found that she was even wetter than I thought.
Gently, I pulled her glistening folds apart with my fingers, then, with my gaze still trained on her face, I dropped down slowly until I could smell the mouth-watering scent of her arousal.
It enticed me and lured me, making me move my head closer until my lips were just an inch away from her pussy.
I swept my tongue over it, and her legs quaked.
"Hold still," I directed, then gently began to run my tongue over her clit.
God, her spicy, seductive taste burst on my tongue, urging me to feast on her, and I did.
I sucked and ate her like she was the most delicious meal I had ever tasted.
"Jaxon," She moaned.
I could swear my cock grew harder.
She kept on writhing and moaning as my tongue worked her into a frenzy.
By the time I had my fill, she could no longer hold herself up, and my arms around her were the only thing steadying her.
My eyes found hers once more, and I stared deeply at them, then slowly announced to her, "I'm going to fuck you now."
"This is your last chance to stop me."
Nancy stared back at me, eyes unfocused. For a while, I waited for her to tell me to stop, but she didn't.
That silence, I took for acceptance.
I moved so fast she squealed in surprise when I lifted her into the air and walked over to my bed, setting her down on the mattress.
Standing over her, I take a moment to admire her again before lowering myself onto her.
I line my cock against her pussy.
"This is going to hurt," I warned, and then with a lust-filled rage, I slammed hard into her.
Her head rolled back, and I was sure that if she weren't conscious of where we were, she would have screamed.
The gasp she let out was still loud enough in the silence. I hold my cock there, giving her time to adjust to my size and length, then slowly pull back before ramming my cock all the way in again.
I couldn't hold back a groan when my cock hit a depth inside of her. She groaned too when I pulled out, only to slam back in again.
Nancy moaned as I rode her as hard as I could until we were both breathless.
Slowly, deliciously, and maddeningly, I fucked her until all pretence of teasing and languid passion went out the window.
She squirmed and arched as I pistoled in and out of her, driving us both to a point of climax.
"I'm going to cum," Nancy moaned and threw her head back as her juices gushed out.
At the same time, I clenched my teeth hard and released into her, feeling the gradual deflation of my cock inside of her.
Through the night, I fucked Nancy over and over again until she collapsed in exhaustion. By then, I was far spent too, but still had enough strength to lift her into the bathroom and clean her up.
She didn't wake up once while I did that and had no idea even when I brought her back to the room, dressed her back in her clothes, and put her into bed.
After doing that, I slipped into bed next to her, then pulled her into my embrace.
My thoughts resurfaced then, making me reminisce over what had just happened.
I hadn't just had sex with her, I'd come inside of her too, and didn't feel an ounce of remorse while doing that.
The feelings, however, hit me now as I lay in bed, and it soon became a struggle between my heart and my head.
The latter thought I had done the right thing, while the former argued that I hadn't.
After tonight, I knew that there would be a drastic change in our interactions, and I wasn't sure if I anticipated or dreaded it.
One thing, however, stuck with me, making me realize something I now choose to ignore and it was that six months may not be enough to get Nancy out of my system like I thought.
There was also a probability that I would never be able to do that.
I drifted off to sleep soon after, but was woken up sometime around dawn by the buzz of my phone. I was always on alert, so the moment it buzzed, my eyes flipped open.
However, I didn't get up immediately, as that would startle Nancy out of her sleep. Gently and quietly, I reached for my phone and picked it up.
The buzz had come from a message that was delivered to me. I picked up my phone and swiped it open, revealing its content.
"Custom flagged the cargo; you might want to see this yourself."
My gaze darkened in an instant.