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“I can smell your need for me, baby,” Axton breathed. “Let me eat you. Let me taste that sweet pussy.”
No way was I moving, not when I could feel his balls tightening. He was close and so was I. I lifted my
wet fingers and let him suck, letting him have the taste he claimed to need. I switched hands, holding him
only with my mouth while he sucked on my fingers and I touched myself with my left hand.
My thighs began to tremble, my stomach tightening as I felt my release building. I sucked him deeper,
moaning around his thick cock as my inner walls started contracting. The vibrations from moans triggered
his own and I had to pull my hand from his mouth to hold on as he filled my mouth with hot shots of his
release over and over again. I couldn’t swallow it all, couldn’t keep it all inside my mouth. It dripped down my chin as I continued to suck on him even as I kept rubbing out my own orgasm.
When he pulled my head from him we were both breathing hard and I was shaking from the power of my release. It was like he hadn’t given me four mind-blowing, earthshaking orgasms last night. I was
wasted, completely useless as I cuddled into his side and closed my eyes.
His finger rubbed across my chin, wiping away his release. “Don’t waste it, baby,” he whispered against
my ear as he placed his thickly coated finger inside my mouth. I sucked it away, loving his taste. No man
tasted as good as Axton Cage, my own personal Rock God.
Harper
I didn’t say a word as we all climbed into the back of Emmie’s Escalade. Didn’t even look at her as we
took our time getting settled. There were seven of us packed inside of the huge SUV, two of which were
heavily pregnant. These were all my friends and I wasn’t going to ruin the time I was going to spend with
them today and in the morning by opening my mouth and bitching.
Even if I was aching to do just that.
I was sitting in the middle row between Lana and Dallas, while Lucy and Natalie took the third row with
Emmie driving and Layla taking shotgun. I bit my lip hard, because not only did I not want to cause trouble the day before my wedding, but I didn’t want nine-year-old Lucy to hear the words that were going to come
spilling out the minute I let myself go.
It wasn’t that I was mad—not really. I was worried. Dallas had been her own version of a zombie after
her breakup with Axton the last time. I didn’t want her to go through that all over again. I didn’t want her to hurt even for a second over a guy who didn’t deserve her. When she hurt, I hurt and I was tired of hurting.
Being with Shane had shown me what it was like not to hurt emotionally all the time. I had gotten spoiled
and now I was terrified of feeling it ever again.
God, I was such a little wimp.
“So…” Emmie could feel—probably see—the tension in me and she didn’t seem happy about it. “Let’s
address the elephant in the room, shall we?”
“Lucy, headphones. Dad’s new drum solo.” I glanced over my shoulder to watch Lucy slip on a pair of
Beats plugged into her iPhone. A moment later the pounding of one of Demon’s Wings’ songs reached me,
the one that had a long drum solo that Jesse Thorton had perfected within a day.
Emmie kept the Escalade in Park and turned to face us all. “Have a good night, Dallas?”
She shrugged. “It was fun.”
Emmie grinned. “I bet.”
I gritted my teeth, but didn’t say a word. Lana’s hand touched one of my cold ones, soothing me just a
little. Emmie saw my clenched jaw and shook her head. “Let it go, girl. I don’t need a homicidal bride on
her wedding day. And Shane will be pissed if you show up looking defeated instead of ecstatic.”
“He’s going to break her heart all over again!” I exploded, unable to hold onto it a second longer
without indeed becoming a homicidal maniac. Dallas was my best friend, my sister. We had been through
hell with our mothers and had only just barely made
“I can smell your need for me, baby,” Axton breathed. “Let me eat you. Let me taste that sweet pussy.”
No way was I moving, not when I could feel his balls tightening. He was close and so was I. I lifted my
wet fingers and let him suck, letting him have the taste he claimed to need. I switched hands, holding him
only with my mouth while he sucked on my fingers and I touched myself with my left hand.
My thighs began to tremble, my stomach tightening as I felt my release building. I sucked him deeper,
moaning around his thick cock as my inner walls started contracting. The vibrations from moans triggered
his own and I had to pull my hand from his mouth to hold on as he filled my mouth with hot shots of his
release over and over again. I couldn’t swallow it all, couldn’t keep it all inside my mouth. It dripped down my chin as I continued to suck on him even as I kept rubbing out my own orgasm.
When he pulled my head from him we were both breathing hard and I was shaking from the power of my release. It was like he hadn’t given me four mind-blowing, earthshaking orgasms last night. I was
wasted, completely useless as I cuddled into his side and closed my eyes.
His finger rubbed across my chin, wiping away his release. “Don’t waste it, baby,” he whispered against
my ear as he placed his thickly coated finger inside my mouth. I sucked it away, loving his taste. No man
tasted as good as Axton Cage, my own personal Rock God.
Harper
I didn’t say a word as we all climbed into the back of Emmie’s Escalade. Didn’t even look at her as we
took our time getting settled. There were seven of us packed inside of the huge SUV, two of which were
heavily pregnant. These were all my friends and I wasn’t going to ruin the time I was going to spend with
them today and in the morning by opening my mouth and bitching.
Even if I was aching to do just that.
I was sitting in the middle row between Lana and Dallas, while Lucy and Natalie took the third row with
Emmie driving and Layla taking shotgun. I bit my lip hard, because not only did I not want to cause trouble the day before my wedding, but I didn’t want nine-year-old Lucy to hear the words that were going to come
spilling out the minute I let myself go.
It wasn’t that I was mad—not really. I was worried. Dallas had been her own version of a zombie after
her breakup with Axton the last time. I didn’t want her to go through that all over again. I didn’t want her to hurt even for a second over a guy who didn’t deserve her. When she hurt, I hurt and I was tired of hurting.
Being with Shane had shown me what it was like not to hurt emotionally all the time. I had gotten spoiled
and now I was terrified of feeling it ever again.
God, I was such a little wimp.
“So…” Emmie could feel—probably see—the tension in me and she didn’t seem happy about it. “Let’s
address the elephant in the room, shall we?”
“Lucy, headphones. Dad’s new drum solo.” I glanced over my shoulder to watch Lucy slip on a pair of
Beats plugged into her iPhone. A moment later the pounding of one of Demon’s Wings’ songs reached me,
the one that had a long drum solo that Jesse Thorton had perfected within a day.
Emmie kept the Escalade in Park and turned to face us all. “Have a good night, Dallas?”
She shrugged. “It was fun.”
Emmie grinned. “I bet.”
I gritted my teeth, but didn’t say a word. Lana’s hand touched one of my cold ones, soothing me just a
little. Emmie saw my clenched jaw and shook her head. “Let it go, girl. I don’t need a homicidal bride on
her wedding day. And Shane will be pissed if you show up looking defeated instead of ecstatic.”
“He’s going to break her heart all over again!” I exploded, unable to hold onto it a second longer
without indeed becoming a homicidal maniac. Dallas was my best friend, my sister. We had been through
hell with our mothers and had only just barely made
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