Alpha Jax
Then I lean my face beside his, nipping his earlobe and whispering, “take this off”
Jax complies in two seconds flat, tearing his t-shirt off overhead. I practically start salivating at the sight of his bare chest, leaning in and pressing kisses to his hard pecs, moving my hands over his six-pack abs. Running my fingers along the waistband of his jeans.
I’m distracted from unbuttoning them when one of his own hands moves to cup my pussy through my panties. I let out a shuddering breath as he runs his fingertips along my slit, teasing me through the thin fabric.