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As he slides
his tongue down to her entrance, her legs start to tremble by the
sudden ecstasy so he takes one of them and draw it up over his
shoulder. She grabs a fistful of his hair with both hands to steady
herself and to pull him closer to her.

He pushes the
tip of his tongue inside of her. ‘Oh god, you taste so fucking
good, it’s driving me crazy.’ his ragged breath against her pussy
makes it almost impossible for her not to cry out loud, his rhythm
grows more furious with each flick of his talented tongue. She
throws her head back, unashamed groans filling the air. As he licks
his way back up to her throbbing clit, the pleasure feels
unbearable, letting out a loud moan she digs her heel into the
muscles of his back. She can’t help but rock her hips in unison
with the moves of his tongue as he licks him deeply, thoroughly,
without mercy. One of his hands holds her waist to keep her still,
the other grabs her ass and gives it a sharp slap before he pushes
her back towards his hungry mouth. His tongue keeps snaking around
and sucking down on her clit, drawing patterns on it faster and
faster, bringing her closer to the edge.

'Jax… Please…
I'm so close.' she manages to mumble but he suddenly stops and
straightens back up, pressing his hardness against her, only the
thin material of his boxers seperating them.

'I know, baby.
I know exactly how close you are.' he whispers into her mouth. 'Let
me show you how fucking good you taste.' and with that he kisses
her passionately so she can taste herself on his tongue.

'No… Don't do
this to me… Finish me…' she says, whimpering desperately against
his neck.

'Tell me what
you want… This?' he asks, pushing two fingers deep inside of
her.

'Oh god… Yes…'
her words almost incomprehensible. He pulls out his fingers
painfully slowly, just to sink them back again with such force that
knocks the air out of her lungs.

'How badly do
you want to come?' he teases, whispering into her ear before biting
down hard on her neck. She can't speak anymore, only deep sighs and
moans leave her mouth.

Her shaking
hand manages to sink under his boxers, grabbing his arousal she
starts to stroke his whole length just as slowly as he works his
fingers inside her. ‘Fuck, woman…’ he growls into her mouth and
suddenly twists his fingers inside of her, curling them up to find
the spot she wants him to hit again and again so badly. She lets
out a loud scream as he pumps his long fingers into her faster and
deeper. ‘So I guess you like that, baby.’ he mumbles, pulling her
bottom lip with his teeth.

‘Fuck… Right
there… Don’t stop…’ she fastens the moves of her hand too, both of
them moving their hips hard against each others’ hands.

He grabs her
hand that’s working on him, pushing it away, and places his other
hand on her throat, cutting her air off. ‘Come for me, baby. Now.
Show me how fucking good it feels.’ the grip on her neck and his
words send her over the edge, her muscles contracting and
tightening around his fingers while she’s screaming his name. ‘Oh
yes, that’s it.’ he says, holding her steady by the waist as the
pleasure washes all over her body. He slowes his pace, helping her
ride out the last waves of her orgasm. ‘Good girl.’ he says,
pulling his fingers out of her, sucking them clean before he leans
in to kiss her softly.

As her breaths
calm down and her body stops shaking, what she feels is not
satisfaction but hunger for more. She needs him so badly, on her,
beneath her, inside of her. He puts a hand around her waist,
pulling her against his hard body, his lips coming down hot and
hungry on hers as he buries his other hand in her hair. She kisses
him back, moaning into his mouth while her hands caress his fine
chest, exploring every muscle. She lets them make their way down to
his belly, her fingertips drawing circles around his six pack. He
stares into her eyes, focusing on her touch on his body, trying to
hold back his groans with much difficulty. She finally reaches his
waist, playing with the band of his boxers before she pulls it
down.

He moans
against her neck as his erection springs free and she puts her hand
on him finally without any barrier of clothes. She starts to slowly
stroke his length, from head to base and back, smearing the
glistening pre cum all over the tip of his cock, drawing little
circles on it with her fingerstips. With her other hand she’s
playing with his balls and he has to close his eyes in pleasure and
lean on his hands to the wall on either side of her to steady
himself. She twists her hand with a firm grip around him, making
his hips jerk forward.
‘So who enjoys whose touch now?!’
she
thinks, trying to hide a mischievous smirk as she starts to get
down on her knees.

Much to her
surprise, he stops him. ‘No, not this time. As much as I want to
fuck your pretty little head and watch your mouth take every inch
of me, I can’t let this end already.’ he says, grasping her tighs
and lifting her until she’s off the ground. ‘I want to feel you
from the inside.’ as she wraps her legs around his waist, he shifts
his hip so his shaft is right at her wet entrance. ‘And you
desperately want me to take you too, don’t you?’ he teases her
again, pushing himself slightly in, applying just enough pressure
on her aching hole to make her cry out.

‘I do, Jax… So
badly, just don’t start with this again.’ she begs for him, locking
her hands behind his neck, deep sighs of anticipation leaving her
lips.

'How badly?'
looking into her eyes, he holds her up with one hand, his hard
shaft with the other. He runs the tip across her wetness, parting
her lips he finds her clit and rubs the head against it.

'Fuck… Please…
Just fuck me…' she's screaming out of control, her hands on his
shoulder, her nails digging into his muscles in agony. He moves
back down again and pushes himself inside of her roughly with one
deep thrust. She throws her head back as pain and pleasure wash
over her body, trying to adjust to his size.

'Fuck… You feel
so fucking good.' he growls into her skin.

His nails dig
into her flesh as he holds her by the waist, pushing himself as
deep inside of her as he can. ‘So… fucking… tight…’ emphasizing
every word with a hard thrust. He fastens his pace and she moves
her hips in unison with his rhythm, feeling her pleasure building
with every furious push of his. His moves become uncontrollable,
his jaw clenches in withhold pleasure. Her eyelids shut closed as
he hits her secret spot with every thrust, over and over again,
pushing her far away from sanity.

'Oh no, not
yet, baby. You're going to come again, all over my dick while
you're screaming my name, but not yet.' he says like he can feel
how close she is. He pulls out of her and with his strong arms
wrapped around her body, carries her over to the dressing table.
'Turn around and bend over.' he commands and she obeys without
hesitation. The sooner she learns how to play by his rules, the
faster she’ll get what she’s craving. Turning around on shaking
legs, she places her hands onto the table and leans down.. 'Down.'
he grasps the nape of her neck and forces her face against the
table.

He’s right
behind her but instead of sliding back in, he just rests the head
of his cock between her ass cheeks. She pushes her ass slightly out
to get him where she needs him to be. ‘Oh you horny little bitch.’
he says before he spanks her ass hard, making her whimper against
the surface of the table. ‘Can’t have enough of my dick?’ still
teasing her, he sinks himself between her thighs, rubbing his now
rock-hard cock against her sex.

‘Jackson…
Please… I’m begging you…’ like her words is all he needs, he pushes
himself inside of her again with force, making her cry out.

He grabs a
fistful of her hair, pulling it roughly, yanking her head back.
‘Fuck… you’re even tighter from this angle.’ he whispers to her ear
before he bites down hard on her earlobe. She can’t think straight
anymore, her body is in pain, desperate for release. He sets a
hard, fast pace, his pelvis banging off her ass, he rests his head
on her back, grazing her soft skin with his teeth. The noises that
leave her mouth telling him she’s close again, he thrusts deep
inside of her, missing her spot on purpose before he stops
completely.

'No… No… What
the fuck are you doing?!' her complains come out as a breathless
whisper.

'I said not
yet. I’ve told you, if you don't do as I say, you'll be punished.'
She can't stand his teasing anymore and starts to move her hips
against him. If the price of gratification is to do the work
herself, so be it. 'That's it, baby… Show me how much you want me…'
he growls, throwing his head back in pleasure. She keeps moving,
taking every inch of him, moving faster and faster. He suddenly
wraps a hand around her throat, forcing her head to turn towards
him so he can kiss her, all their passion put into the meeting of
their lips. When he breaks away, his other hand snakes around her
waist, pulling her closer to him as he begins to move inside her
again.

The grip on her
throat forces her to look at him, his eyes burning into hers, his
mouth wide open in ecstasy, his uneven breaths matching hers. His
hand finds her clit and he rubs it as hard as he’s thrusting into
her. ‘Come for me. Now.’ His sharp thrusts into her, his hand on
her clit, his words… She can’t take it anymore. She can feel her
body trembling, loud moans escaping her mouth, her body waiting for
the storm of pleasure to hit her harder than ever before. ‘Yeah,
show me what a dirty little bitch you are and how much you enjoy my
cock throbbing deep inside of you.’ he groans into her mouth, his
moves out of control.

Pleasure
finally washes over her so intensely that only his hand around her
neck keeps her from screaming the roof off. Her whole body
stiffens, the power of her orgasm shaking her from head to toe. She
can feel him pulsating inside her as her muscles tighten around
him, squeezing his hardness. He removes his hand from her clit,
pushing two fingers into her mouth. As she sucks before biting down
on them, his body tenses up, shuddering and with one last thrust he
comes deep inside her, filling her up.

‘Oh fuck…’ he
growls against her neck, his breaths heavy, his sweaty chest
pressed against her back so she can feel how fast his heart’s
beating.

When they can
both move again, he takes her hand and gently turns her around to
face him. ‘It was a pleasure working with you, Miss Taylor. We
should do it more often.’ he says with a grin full of mischief and
kisses her lips softly.

*****

Stepping out of
the shower, Amy covers her body with a fluffy towel, her long, wet
hair falling all over her back. She opens the bathroom door and
lets the hot stream escape to the hall as she walks towards the
bedroom of her little appartment, letting out a deep sigh of
satisfaction as the cool air hits her heated skin. Entering her
room, she hears the loud beeps coming from her phone, telling her
that someone tried to reach her while she was enjoying her
well-deserved shower at the end of this tiring day. She grabs the
phone from the bedside table and lays down on the bed, making
herself comfortable between the soft pillows. She looks at the
screen of her Blackberry with curiousity, wondering who could it be
this late at night.

‘
4 missed
calls. 1 new text message.’

Unlocking the
keypad, sheclicks view to see who wanted to talk to her so badly.
The name popping up on the screen makes her heart beat faster in
her chest, a warm, exciting feeling flushing through her body.
Jackson Harding. Stupid butterflies. He hasn’t called her ever
since he left town with his band for the European leg of their
tour. All she got were dirty little texts and pictures from him
every now and then when he felt lonely and horny, alone in his
hotel room. They can’t meet too often but when they do, they sure
put every second of their time together to good use.

'Hey sexy. Are
you hungry? xo -J.'

She stares at
her phone, reading the text twice before she finally bursts out
laughing. This is just so… him. And by knowing him well, she can
tell he’s not asking her out to dinner…

'You dirty old
bastard… I guess someone's back in town?! A.'

She hits send,
still smiling from ear to ear. The tiredness she felt earlier
vanished in the moment she saw his name on her phone’s screen. She
stretches her legs on the bed, thinking about how far they will go
this time, hoping he really is back in town. Sexting is fun but not
enough. Why take only a tiny piece of chocolate when you can have
the whole box?

'Yes, I'm back
and I miss you. What are you wearing? -J.'

She can’t help
but giggle again, looking down at the towel that barely covers her
still wet body. Okay, if he wants to play, she’s game.

'You know me…
Nothing. And to answer your question… I'm starving. A.'

Teasing is
always a big part of their game, they both enjoy it way too much.
Probably that’s the reason why they get along so well, no strings
attached, just fun. No inhibitions, no faking, no holding back. She
drops the towel to the floor and gets up, walking towards her
closet. If she’s right, after that text…

'You fucking
tease… I have to see you. You know where to find me. And Amy…
Things are getting pretty hard for me here… Hurry! xo -J.'

…he’ll want to
see her immediately.

*****

The elevator’s
door flings open and Amy steps out, turning to the right. She knows
the way to his suite by heart, she could find it with her eyes
folded. She’s glad she hasn’t met anyone on her way upstairs, the
clothes she’s wearing speak for themselves. She’s dressed for
seduction. She wouldn’t appreciate it though, if people thought
she’s some kind of a fancy prostitute. The sound of her high heels
knocking on the marble floor keep echoing in the quite hall with
every step she takes until she finally reaches the big wooden door
of Jackson’s room. Taking a deep breath and steadying her shaking
hands, she knocks softly a couple of times.