Chapter 181 I'm Gonna Cum
He flicked it—light at first, then harder. Each snap sent lightning through me. My hips bucked, chasing his hand. I was dripping down my ass now, slick pooling under me on the mat. He kept twisting those two fingers, scissoring them, stretching me wider while his thumb worked my clit in tight, relentless circles.
I tried to stay quiet. I really did. But every time he hit my G-spot my mouth fell open and a loud, broken moan spilled out. My hands grabbed at the mat, nails digging in. My tits bounced with every desperate roll of my hips.
Then he pulled his fingers out.
I whined—actually whined—at the loss.
He didn’t give me time to beg. He hooked both hands under my knees, shoved my legs up and back until I was folded almost in half, pussy spread wide and exposed in the mirrors. I could see everything—my flushed face, my hard nipples poking through the bra, my glistening cunt open and begging.
Jax dropped down between my thighs like a man starving. His breath hit me first—hot, ragged. Then his tongue—flat and broad—licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit. I cried out, hips jerking toward his mouth.
“So fucking responsive,” he growled against me, voice vibrating through my clit. “Your clit swells beautifully under my tongue. Peak vascular response. Look at you dripping for me.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth—hard—and I screamed. My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. He didn’t stop. Long, filthy licks, then pointed flicks right on the tip, then sucking again while he worked two fingers back inside me, twisting and pumping fast. His tongue fucked into my entrance between licks, thick and hot, tasting every inch of me.
I was shaking. My thighs trembled around his head. My pussy clenched so hard around his fingers I thought I’d break them. Pressure built fast—too fast—low in my belly, spreading like fire.
“Jax—fuck—I’m gonna—”
He sucked harder, fingers curling viciously against my G-spot, tongue lashing my clit without mercy.
I came apart.
My whole body seized. My back bowed off the mat. A loud, raw cry tore out of my throat as my pussy spasmed around his fingers, gushing slick in hot pulses. I squirted—just a little, but enough that it splashed against his chin and dripped down his neck. Wave after wave rolled through me, clit throbbing under his tongue, walls fluttering wildly.
He didn’t stop until I was whimpering, oversensitive, hips twitching away. Then he slowed—long, gentle licks, cleaning every drop of me off his lips and chin like he was savoring it. His fingers slipped out with a wet sound. He kissed my inner thigh, soft, almost tender.
I lay there panting, legs limp, body buzzing. My pussy still twitched with aftershocks. I could feel how puffy and used I looked—lips swollen, clit peeking out, everything shiny with my own cum and his spit.
Jax rose up on his knees between my legs. His compression shorts were tented obscenely—his cock straining so hard the fabric looked painful. The outline was thick, long, the head flared wide and dark against the material, a wet spot spreading where he was leaking. I stared, mouth watering, thighs trembling at the sight of how big he was. How hard. For me.
He caught me looking and smirked, palming himself once through the shorts. The move made the head shift, stretching the fabric even tighter. I swallowed hard.
“You okay?” he asked, voice rough.
I nodded, dazed. My voice came out small, wrecked. “I need more…”
His smile turned darker. He leaned down, brushed his lips over mine—just a tease, tasting myself on him.
“Come back tomorrow,” he said. “We’ll go deeper.”
I left the room on shaky legs, shorts soaked through, thighs sticky, mind spinning.
I didn’t know how I was going to wait until tomorrow.
But I already knew I’d be back.
And I knew exactly what I’d do when I walked through that door again.