LOGIN“I can't stay here. I don't belong here.” I'm pacing around Jaxon's room, a hand pressed to my throbbing head, the other to my stomach. Snowie is curled up in the jackets on the chair, purring softly as she sleeps. She's had a hectic day. And so have I. I feel like throwing up, I feel sick. My skin is cold but my insides are hot. Jaxon's watching with a smirk, like what I'm saying isn't serious enough. His jacket is gone, his shirt too. He's in only his slacks and I'm trying so hard not to ogle his hot body, the way his muscles are tight, the way he's not even shivering from the cold… why isn't he ever cold? “Belle.” He calls in a sexy drawl. I stop pacing and look at him. He's leaning against his old, wooden drawer. The rest of his room is dark oak, the curtains and sheets dark and warm—just like him. “Come here.” He hooks a finger at me. “Jaxon, this is serious, I can't—” “Come. Here.” I breathe out and walk slowly to him, a subtle hum starting under my skin. I'm two steps
“We're here.” Jaxon announces unenthusiastically as he pulls up to a wide driveway.“Wow.” I whisper when I take a look at his home. There's snow on the trimmed garden fence, I remember it used to be taller. The house looks darker, older... like it aged into something more quaint. It's a large barn-style house, like something out of an old movie.“It's still the same.” He lets out a heavy exhale.“It's quiet.” I murmur.There's this eerie serenity, like no one lives around.“It's always been quiet since the night of the attack.” He still feels guilty, and right now, I can only imagine what's going through his mind.We get down, and I'm still looking around, holding Snowie close so she doesn't wander off.Her ears flick as she peers toward the house, unusually alert.Jaxon gets our bags and strides straight to the porch. Snowie twists in my arms, letting out a soft meow, and I murmur to calm her—it seems she doesn't like it here.I hurry behind him, nervous about the next seconds. Ther
They’re staring at us weirdly. Aunt May, Austin, and especially Sally. I bite back a grin at how bitter she looks. It’s obvious they heard. They heard everything. The slaps, the moans, the curses. They know what Jaxon and I did upstairs in my room.He’s not even trying to hide that we just fucked. He has his arms around my waist, standing behind me protectively, pressing my behind against his front. I can still feel his warm semen in my cunt. Fun fact; he made me lie on the bed, a pillow under my waist for seconds so his cum wouldn’t leak out of me. Total breeder energy.Snowie peeks her tiny head from the folds of my jacket on the chair, her soft purring barely audible—Aunt May has been petting her while her parents were upstairs, fucking their brains out.“Belle. Sally has something she would like to say to you,” Aunt May finally speaks.I blink, a little surprised. What exactly does she have to say to me? Surely, it can’t be an apology. Sally never apologizes. Ever.She scoffs and
I'm barely in my room before someone pulls me back, hugging me from behind. I know it's Jaxon. I can smell his thick minty, pine smell, it's all around me. I relax against his heavy chest, holding back fat sobs and whimpers.But when he whispers, “Let it out, doll. I'm here,” in his scratchy voice that makes me feel safe, I totally break down.I turn around to hug him, hiding my face in his chest as I cry, the sounds muffled. He pets me, whispering sweet words as he rubs down my back, pecking the crown of my head.“Why does she hate me so much?” I ask, feeling choked up. I look up at him and I think he's frowning—my vision is sort of blurred with tears right now. He clenches his jaw, shifting and huffing out hot breaths.“Because she's ugly.” That's his reply and I'm confused. I'm confused because Sally's nowhere ugly. In fact, she's the prettiest girl ever, despite being my annoying older sister.So I ask with a blink, “Who?”Another clench of his jaw, showing off how square and sexy
“How do I look?” I spin around, for Jaxon, who has been staring at me since I got out of the bathroom. It's a cold morning and we're packed up to leave for town. Jaxon got prepared since the wee hours of the morning. He's shaved and trimmed his hair and right now, he looks even more Daddy—Whatever that means. Although I miss that thick, sexy beard, there’s something about his Super Mario moustache and shorter hair. He's wearing a maroon plaid shirt, black jacket, and dark jeans. He has his boots on. He's already put our things in his truck and Snowie's tottering around him as usual, constantly meowing like she’s afraid we’ll forget her.“You look splendid. Amazing. Heart stopping.” He praises me with heavy breaths, licking his lips as he keeps his dark eyes on me.I blush, swaying a little. I'm in a floral moss green sundress, he got it for me at the store yesterday. It fits me perfectly and I like how long it is. Although, a little of my cleavage is out… something Jaxon seems to like
“Jaxon please, please…” I moan, dazed and writhing on the bed, my stomach tight with tension as he laps up my pussy, slurping up my juices.My legs and hands are tied up, and I'm getting eaten out like a big slice of watermelon.I was preparing for my evening bath when Jaxon attacked me. Literally. Since I agreed to let him eat me out and fuck my tits in exchange for him finally going back to his pack, he's been prowling around me all day and now, I'm in his trap.“I'm almost done.” He growls, digging his tongue into my cunt. He said that many minutes ago. He's been eating me out for almost thirty minutes now.I've cum thrice! Thrice! And he won't stop. At this point he's eating me out for his own pleasure, he's enjoying himself.I'm grabbing his hair, caught in between pulling him away and bumping his mouth against my sore pussy. I'm riding his mouth, hissing and moaning his name as wave after wave of pleasure grip me.His grunts and curses make vibrations right inside me, causing a







