JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,121

his hips coming to meet at my lips, and I thrashed at first in fear, then in pleasure. Jacob was massive, everything about him was massive, from his strength to his muscles to his dick, and with the full force of him fucking me I felt rattled and pleasured and impressed that he’d still apparently been holding back all this time. My breasts bounced on my chest as he took me, and my eyes drifted shut as my orgasm rushed toward me, faster than ever before—

“Keep your eyes open,” he ordered, slowing just for a moment. “And you’re not going to come just yet, Sasha. You’re going to hold off until I say you can, understand?”

I nodded; Jacob responded by pressing his thumb up against my asshole. “Understand?” he asked again.

“I understand,” I panted in response, and he smiled, pressed his finger a bit farther. When I moaned in pleasure, he removed it, took my hips back in his hand, and went back to pounding me, fucking me in a way I knew would have destroyed me, had he done it like this the first time we had sex. The fact that it wasn’t destroying me now made me feel empowered— but that in turn made it more and more difficult for me to keep my orgasm at bay. I took slow breaths, but air was thrust from my lungs each time Jacob pushed deep into my pussy—

“I can’t stop it,” I begged. “I’m going to come.”

“Not yet,” he said.

“I’m trying, but you—“

Jacob pulled out of me, let my legs fall down to the blanket. The orgasm that had been moments from tearing through my body dissipated, but I barely had time to notice; Jacob grabbed me by the waist and turned me over, then lifted my ass into the air. He spanked me and I yelped in that blend of pleasure and pain—

“Again,” I begged.

“Look at you,” Jacob growled in response, then spanked my other cheek hungrily. He put a hand on my upper back to keep my chest pressed to the blanket, then pulled my hips toward his cock. He drove into me, eventually moving the hand from my back and reaching underneath me to rub my clit as he fucked me. There was no possibility of holding back an orgasm now; I tried to tell him this, but the words came out in a loud, hungry moan, louder than any sound I’d made during sex before— but I couldn’t keep it in.

“Go on, baby,” Jacob told me, and I could tell from the rasp in his voice why he’d made me wait— we were going to come together. Jacob groaned and fucked me faster, and I pushed my hips back against him as heat rushed to my pussy, my legs went limp, my eyes forced themselves shut. I was going to scream— no, I already was screaming, loud and desperate and wild. My pussy contracted around Jacob’s cock, and I felt him throb deep inside me before he came, hard, deep into, moaning and holding tight to my hips as he did so.

I finally took a long, gasping breath. My limbs felt rubbery; Jacob was panting hard behind me. He slowly withdrew himself, and I felt the rush of wetness drip from my entrance. My hips fell to the blanket, and Jacob collapsed beside me. He was sweating, hard, and when I reached over to lay an arm across him, he grinned at me.

“How’s your shoulder?” I asked teasingly.

“I think it’ll be just fine,” Jacob murmured. “But maybe we give it another try tonight just to make sure?”

“Separate rooms,” I reminded him.

“I’m sure we can figure something out,” Jacob said. “And speaking of, we should get dressed. They’re going to be here soon.” I scowled as he stood, then helped me up. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re growing on them. Clearly. Or you wouldn’t be here.”

“Wait, but why am I here?” a new voice asked— not Jacob’s parents, thankfully, but someone nearly as horror-inducing. Standing at the edge of the deck, overnight bag in hand, in the smartest, cutest navy blue dress I had ever seen, was Jenna.

Chapter 19

“Jenna?” Jacob asked, stunned, as I dove for the screen porch, where all my clothes were.

“Relax,” Jenna said. “Sasha, seriously. I’m on a women’s soccer team. You have no idea how many naked ladies I’ve seen in my life.” Her words seemed to remind Jacob that he was also naked, and he grabbed for his pants— though with the