Fallen Angel (The List #3) (16 page)

“So Count Jaxula, I have my own secret too.” Her
new, flippant, playful tone tells me we’re back in the safety of the game zone
territory. “I too am a millionaire.” I raise my eyebrows in mock surprise. “Yeah,
I know, I know, it’s hard to believe because I don’t often flaunt my
ass-
ets.”

“Is that right?”

God, she’s the perfect balance of conflicting
traits.

“Yep, I’m so rich, I have my own currency. In
fact, I’m that big of a fucking deal—I’ve got my own bank too.” She starts subtly
rotating her hips but my dick is already fully aware of the naked pussy sitting
on top of my jeans. “Luckily for you, the Bank of Beth is for elite clientele
only and you happen to be the only account holder.”

“Is that right? It sounds exclusive.”

“Oh you have no idea. I’m very picky. I’d like
to take care of my most valued customer. Jax, I wanted you to enlighten me and
you totally, unexpectedly, skullfucked me speechless, which is no mean
feat—even by your standards. Soooo for that, you’ve earned yourself a huge
deposit.” Casually Beth starts undoing the rest of my shirt buttons. “You’ll be
pleased to hear that the Bank of Beth is now open for business… should you wish
to make a withdrawal this morning—Sir.”

My girl’s good.

In the space of a few minutes, she’s flipped
the situation from mentally draining to physically invigorating. Hell yes, I
would like to make a fucking withdrawal please!

Beth

“
W
ell
you’ll
be pleased to hear that I
take my investments very seriously and I look after what’s mine.”

The way he’s looking at me, coerces me to
listen to his words carefully. The way we can easily transform our atmosphere,
fluently floating from one emotion to another, is a powerful capability. As we
get to know each other more and more, our brains are better able to keep up
with the intense way our bodies have always been around each other.
Understanding one another.

He continues, “I usually spend wisely but for
some reason, this morning I’m feeling rebellious… So I’m going to rinse out
this account. By the time I’ve finished, you’ll definitely be feeling well and
truly, fucking spent.”

My cocky mouth is practically drooling, whilst
his raspy voice penetrates my skin, handing me over to him at will. He holds my
face in his hands briefly and then glides strong hands down my neck to the
neckline of his tee. With a wicked grin on his face, he tugs it hard, tearing it
all the way down the middle until it looks more like an open waistcoat.

I’m aching for him to take me, to show me that
nothing’s changed between us. No matter what, we can always depend on our
bodies to show us how it is between us, that untouchable bond. No matter what,
we can’t deny that. Protected by his force field, as a couple, we are surely invincible.

Jax immediately tugs the scraps of material off
my shoulders and travels his hands and his eyes all over my naked curves,
soaking me into his pores. There’s always an energy just below the surface, an
inherent magic waiting to be awoken and played with.

With my legs spread open in his lap, he reaches
and slides two thick fingers between the slickness and straight into my pussy
with one fluid delicious move. He is warm and I’m wet, gyrating my hips into his
palm.

Without warning he stands with a sexual growl,
gripping my ass with one strong hand. He turns and walks up the last few steps,
lying me down at the top. My ass cheeks are on the edge of the first step. He
plants my feet a few steps down so that my knees run level with my body. As he
hovers over me, propping himself up on his elbow, he withdraws and then plunges
those wet fingers back inside. His mouth catches the gasp as it leaves my throat.

Nudging my knees outward he works his magic. I
raise my hands above my head and arch my back as he sets his sights on my
breasts and goes in for the kill. That mouth of his is a force to be reckoned
with and certainly not to be taken lightly. But the only reckoning I’ll be
doing where Jax is concerned is wondering how many times I reckon he’s going to
make me come in this lifetime.

How he uses his tongue, teeth and lips to
bequeath such pleasure is a mystery to me. He knows my body so well, feeding off
my responses.

I whimper from sheer delight, telling him to
keep going.

I’m soaking wet to the point where I may feel
coy if I didn’t know how much it turns him on, knowing what he does to me.
Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he straightens up, catching his chain in his
mouth as he does so.

The dark look on his face is full of desire as
he casts his eyes on me, lying before him, naked and completely exposed. I
can’t imagine feeling this comfortable with anybody but him. He has done this
to me. Jax has answered all of my sexual callings and shown me how good it
feels to give pleasure and be utterly pleasured.

Standing over me, he takes one more step
backwards and uses his hands to ease my feet to either side of the step,
against the bannisters.

I rise up slightly onto my elbows so that I too
can appreciate the view. His beautiful lips are poised around his silver chain and
his shirt is hanging open, showing me his muscular body. The jeans he’s wearing,
hang low off his hips. Low enough to make me want to run my fingers through his
hair there and up over his deep ridges.

The definition of his abs is phenomenal and
hard earned.
Drawing
my eyes to his toned belt. It’s starting to look less like a ‘V’ now and more
like an inviting arrow, enticing me, showing me what I’ve got to look forward
to.

Even t
he stitches don’t
disappoint. They blend in with his inked skin. Rather than looking like a stab
victim, he looks like my undefeatable gladiator with a war wound but certainly
nothing that has him beaten. He can’t be beaten.

Letting his chain fall back to his chest, he
points and gestures left and right with his forefinger.

“Knees.” I part them. “Wider.” I ease my knees
further apart until they touch the bannisters. “That’s it.” Staring down at my
pussy, he licks his lips slowly, hypnotising me with his talented tongue. He
sucks in his bottom lip and bites down.

Seeing that look, the look that I fell in love
with, rockets my need to have him. I want him right fucking now and it must be
written all over my body.

“You look fucking perfect Beth. Laid out for
me. Your pussy’s glistening wet for me. Lie back.”

I lower my elbows and flatten my back to his
thick pile carpet that feels lush against my bare skin.

Resting his firm hands on my knees, he slowly slides
them up my inner thighs, where it becomes more and more sensitive. With his
thumbs and forefingers pressed hard, framing my pussy, he kisses along my
thighs whilst talking. I can feel his breath flickering against my skin with
the heat of his words.

“You’re going to fuck my face. Then, you’re going
to fuck my cock. I wanna see you, hear you—” Licking the apex of my thigh,
dangerously close to his ultimate target, he causes my hips to jolt forward. “—taste
you.”

I sigh aloud and gulp ridiculously hard at the
prospect.

Surprisingly Jax grazes his teeth over my pussy
and bites down gently in different places. It’s an unusual sensation. It seems
that anything involving his mouth and my pussy is going to result in pleasure. This
carnal, predatory move has an overwhelming effect on me. It epitomises how much
I enjoy being physically beneath him and subservient. By demonstrating his
sexual power over me, it somehow puts me on a pedestal and makes me feel
irresistible. Is that normal?

That familiar ripple begins pulsing within me.

“Keep doing that Jax, please.”

With a low rumble of a growl he repeats his
animalistic biting, whilst adding his thumb to the equation. I curse out loudly
as he flicks over my clit with the tip of his tongue. The sensations are
powerful. I feel my climax coming and it’s not going to knock on the door, it’s
about to burst through it.

I roll my hips, pushing my pussy into his face.
God, this is good. This is really good.

His mouth unravels me with ease, as I listen to
the sexual sounds of him enjoying me too. I cover his head with my hand and pant
out his name repeatedly as I shatter and shudder. It’s exhilarating.

Jax substitutes his thumb for his fingers and
uses his other hand to spread my cheeks further apart. The next thing I know,
his fingers slide over my anus suggestively. I instinctively clench.

“Beth.” Oh no. “Relax, Angel. Let me, please.”

Memories of when Mike and I tried anal sex,
briefly enter my thoughts until I shove them away.

“I don’t know.”

Miss Alter Ego rears up from nowhere reminding
me that I’ve just scrubbed myself in a hot shower so I’m super clean…
and
super curious
.

“Let me.”

I start to relax again when he puts his mouth
back on me. After allowing the pleasure to return to full height so that I’m
lost in the moment once more, he dips his pinky finger into my pussy. Then uses
the lubricant to circle my tight hole. He teases away at its puckered sides,
round and around until I’m no longer tense and his finger no longer feels
foreign there.

I focus on my entire body, rather than just
that one spot and find myself inviting my nipples to the party, rubbing them
between my fingers, whilst massaging my breasts. He slides his fingers out of
my pussy, using them to spread me wider open, giving his mouth full access to
every intimate inch.

The skilful way he manoeuvres his tongue even has
me wondering what that would feel like lower down, the only place it’s never
been.

Miss Sensible is gagging into her knitting bag,
whilst Miss Alter Ego is standing straight-faced, with an arm outstretched
giving me the three-fingered salute—I guess that means she’d be up for that.

The catalogue of attention he’s giving me, all fuses
together and has me climbing our special rainbow to find my imminent orgasm at
the end of it.

Slowly sliding his little finger all the way inside
of me, the feeling is strange but wonderful when sandwiched between two orgasms.
Simultaneously, he dives two long fingers in and out of my pussy, pressing deep.

Three fingers inside, with double penetration—Jax
is working on his own three-fingered salute and it’s phenomenal.

He strokes my inner walls with delicious
precision, demonstrating his ambidextrous skills. Taking me higher and higher at
the mercy of his devoted attention and unquestionable need for me.

I babble out random words, whatever comes into
my fuzzy head. The stimulation is too intense for my brain to function properly
and fathom out enough words to build a fucking sentence. I vaguely hear Jax
calling me a good girl and reassuring me.

I reach the height of pleasure for a second
time. Rapidly sliding down that colourful arc of our rainbow again, submerging
myself into a beautiful pot of liquid gold.

“Jax. That. That was incredible. You, are
incredible.”

My voice sounds like it’s underwater. My vision
is blurred by my watery eyes so I close them. Self-indulgently, I can’t bring
myself to look at him because I know when I do, I will just think about how
hard his huge cock is bound to be right now and I’ll want to jump his bones.

One look is all it’ll take, to turn the dancing
flicking flame in my tummy back into a roaring passionate blaze. But selfishly
I need to take a moment to enjoy these thigh quivering feelings, embedding them
in my memories forever.

When I open my eyes, it’s immediately evident
that during those precious few moments of stillness and silence, he used that opportunity
to roll on a condom. He’s clearly learned better than I have about being
prepared at all times. I’ll try to remember to thank him later.

I notice tissue wrapped around his little
finger and blush a little. I’ll need to thank him for that too. I’m not
experienced with anal play but that was a lovely gentle introduction. Even so, I
know for sure that I’d be distracted by that finger if it wasn’t either washed or
covered up. Some things Miss Sensible won’t ever back down on.

Moving back up onto my elbows, I drink in the
sight before me again. His generous erection holds my gaze.
How the hell
does it fit?
I still don’t have the answer. My sexual magician is certainly
gifted, as well as blessed. His jeans are caught halfway down his muscular
quads and he still has his open shirt on. He’s the sexiest man alive and I have
him all to myself, bared before me.

“I want you naked, Jax.”

“No time for that, Angel,” he purrs, “I need to
be inside you now. You’re going to turn over and open your knees wide so I can
spread your tasty pussy open for me. You’re going to give yourself to me again.
I’m going to fuck you, face down on this carpet.”

When he dons this demeanour my simply body
melts and thrives off his instructions. Reacting under his influence is a
peaceful place to be, secure and confident that he’ll look after me. My stomach
is somersaulting in excited apprehension but before I turn over, I bolt
upright, taking him by surprise with a frantic kiss.