Jax Dirty Air Series Novels & Stories

‎ ‎"You're going to make me c*m all over your c**k Johnny. I'm going to make a mess all over your c**k if you keep moaning like that, Johnny" ‎ ‎"Go ahead. Do it baby. C*m for me. F*****g c*m for me, Charlotte" he responded and then proceeded to thrust harder and deeper tilting me closer and closer and closer to the edge of my release. He was going faster and I could almost swear I felt that damn piercing touch my cervix! I felt electric strikes and shocks going to and fro my brain and p***y in tandem. ‎ ‎"F**k!! You feel so good, baby. You're clenching that pretty p***y so f*****g well, baby"

He smirked down at me before picking up his shirt and slipping out my door. I shook my head to try and regain my senses and moved to my bedroom window, pushing it open, and letting fresh air into the room, hoping to get rid of Jax’s smell as quickly as possible. I grabbed fresh underwear from my dresser and a pair of clean dark red leggings, and a long-sleeve white crop shirt. I hopped into the shower and blasted the warm water, scrubbing my skin with my mint and sage body wash, erasing his scent from my skin.

"The air is incredible. You can't smell asphalt up here." "I told you," Jaxson muttered against his skin, his lips brushing the pulse point just below his ear. "No noise. No pollution. Just the ridge." Jaxson reached past Liam with one large hand and hooked the wooden shutter closed, latching it tight against the bitter draft, though he didn't let go of the skater. Instead, he turned Liam in his arms, his dark amber eyes sweeping over his face with an intense, proprietary focus that made the morning light look pale by comparison.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

"I'm Dad and Mom's child. How could I be a jinx? "Dad's business must have been poor today. He came home and yelled at me, saying I wasn't allowed to eat. He wanted to starve me for a few days to see if it would improve his business. "I got full marks on my exam today. I was so happy that I showed the paper to Mom, but when she saw me smiling, she slapped me right away. I will never smile again. I'm sorry. "Siena didn't do well on her exam. She said I broke her pen, but I only touched it. I didn't mean to. She locked me out and made me stand outside. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

I touched the spot and my fingertips came away stained with blood. “Goddamn it,” Jaxon said harshly, his voice shaking with an emotion I couldn’t place. He looked down at the now motionless girl in his arms. Hailey wasn’t the only one who was hurting. He went over to a changing table I hadn’t even noticed before and set Hailey down on it. I picked up the tablet from the floor and put it on the bed before I approached Jaxon. I held out the clothes I’d chosen for Hailey. Jaxon nodded at the table. I put the clothes down as I watched Jaxon undress Hailey who was still wearing diapers. Surprise washed over me. Shouldn’t she be potty-trained at almost three?

She wrinkles her nose. “Yeah. Someone ditched it in the cage on the side of the road. He was cool and knew how to say ‘fuck’ and a few other choice words.” “What happened to him?” I lower my gaze to the bar, stomach clenching just thinking about it. Captain Morgan was a fucking awesome cockatiel. “Jackson let him out when the living room ceiling fan was on high.” Charlie gasps and brings her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

Marco tortured his Erasthai with pleasure. “Marco… don't… it's dirty… you have to clean it up first….” Jazzy's moaning tried to grab Marco's head. "I like your juice ... so sweet ... like honey." Marco licked a few times. Jazzy heard the sound of slurping and she shivered and moaned as a result. "Gah ... Marco !!!!" Shouted Jazzy who was about to climax for the third or fourth time. She lost track. Marco got back up and inserted his into Jazzy's genitals. Five minutes he did it and Jazzy had managed to get another release. Jazzy's body trembled and filled with sweat. How does Jazzy clean herself right after this?

Jake Jake walked into his small townhouse, the smell of spring flowers filling the air. He smiled at the sound of his brothers making fun of his cleaning habits somewhere in the recess of his memory. He needed to take a trip back to Texas soon. It had been three or four years, and though he talked to his mother and father every Sunday, he needed to see them. It was Bethany's fault... or maybe it was time to move past that. He pulled his shirt over his head and held it until he walked into his room, jumping and shooting it into the clothes hamper like a basketball.

Juicy put her hands on her hips and stretched her back. She felt it crack and sighed in relief. Oh that was good… "Mama I want pink bows." "Okay, Miss bossy." Jazzy was bouncing up and down on her butt in the salon chair. She was a bundle of energy. That girl could run from sunup to sundown. Troy was always there, running right beside her.