Jax pressed a small kiss against her burning bundle of nerves. Delicate, tender, teasing. Her reaction was something else: she cried out, harsh and wild, and her whole body arched off the sofa, pushing into his mouth. She was offering herself to him, and damned if he was going to refuse what she was giving.
He took the tiny bud between his lips, pressing and pushing, then releasing. Again and again, until her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. She was moaning, gasping, saying his name over and over. Sarah was a woman on the verge of losing her mind, and Jax didn’t want to play with her anymore. He wanted her to come.
He released her c**t and she made a sound of protest; it was cut off when he thrust his tongue inside her. He speared her, deep and hard, felt her muscles
