Surrender To Unhinged Psychopaths
His green eyes were burning as he stared down at me on my knees; at my wet tits, my eager hand stroking him, and my parted lips so close to his throbbing cock.
“You’re going to make me lose control,” he growled, voice hoarse. His fingers finally brushed against my hair, not quite grabbing, but clearly fighting the impulse.
I smiled up at him, giving his thick shaft another firm, lingering stroke. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want, Jax.”
After several long, shameless seconds of “drying” him, I finally stood up with my soaked, see-through bra still on full display, nipples aching.
Jax stared down at me, eyes blazing with barely restrained lust.