Mia’s POV.By the middle of the second week, our routine had become dangerously addictive. Wake up, fuck. Eat, fuck. Exist in the house like it was our private sex den. Jax couldn’t keep his hands off me, and I didn’t want him to. In the afternoon, I was on my knees in the living room, completely naked, with Jax’s thick dick buried deep in my mouth.He sat on the couch, his legs spread wide, one hand tangled in my hair as he guided me. I’d started slow, licking and sucking, tasting the mix of us from our earlier round, but Jax had grown impatient. Now he was using my mouth properly—fucking my face with steady, deep thrusts while I drooled and moaned around him.“Fuck, Mia… just like that,” he groaned, his hips bucking up. “Take it deeper. Let me fuck that pretty throat.”Tears pricked my eyes as I relaxed my jaw, letting him push past the back of my tongue. The wet, gagging sounds filled the room as his heavy balls tapped my chin. I loved it, the way he used me, the way he looked dow
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