The whole thing was so erotic. It stirred something deep inside me that has been dormant for years. Now, I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop wanting more.
Another loud bang on the other side of the door has me jumping up in fear. The huge fridge moves an inch, and I can hear angry voices in the hallway on the other side, cursing at Jax to open the door.
I don’t want them to come in here. I don’t want them to take Jax. I don’t want them to ‘rescue’ me.
All I want is Jax’s seed in my womb, giving me his baby like he promised. I want to feel his mouth between my legs again. I want to feel his thick cock stretch out my lips as I glide my tongue up and down his shaft.
God. I sound like such a slut. This is not me. This is Jax who’s doing this to me, making me have these feelings, making me think these dirty thoughts.
It was the way he was looking at me. Like he was a hungry bear and I was a piece of fresh meat.
No one had ever looked at me like that before tonight and it shook me to my core. I liked it. A lot.
Jax raises his meaty fists as something slams into the door again and the fridge moves another couple of inches.
“The first three people in here better have some damn good health insurance policies,” he warns. “Any of you touch my girl and I’ll throw you off the balcony so hard that you’ll land on the fucking stage.”
The possessive way that he says ‘my girl’ makes my pussy clench. I love it that I’m his. I just wish we were alone. I wish we could sail off somewhere exotic and romantic, and get to know each other properly.
But the banging on the door just increases and I’m afraid whatever we have will end soon.
“Jax,” I say, stepping beside him. I place my hand on his flexed forearm that’s straining with the tightness of his fist, and it instantly relaxes. The taut tendons and bulging veins just fade away under my touch. He has an energizing effect on me, and I seem to have a soothing effect on him.
The hardness in his rough face and dark eyes dissipates as he turns, looking down at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
“Please don’t fight,” I beg him. He would just end up in jail for the night and that’s the furthest place that I need him to be. “There has to be another way.”
I step on my toes, reaching up to kiss him, but he’s still too tall for my lips to reach his. Luckily for me, he leans down, cups my cheeks in his big hands and presses his lips to mine.
“I want you in me,” I say, desperate to make him see. “Tonight. That’s not going to happen if you use these.” I take his huge fist in my little hands and run my fingers over his knuckles.
“You’ve been saving that cherry for me for a long time,” he says as he cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my lips, making them tingle. “I won’t make you wait any longer.”
He darts away before I can say anything else, rushing to the balcony and looking over the edge.
Oh no.
I meant opening the door and talking politely to the security guards. Maybe telling the truth about what Joey tried to do to me, and explaining that Jax was only helping me.
Jumping off the balcony was the opposite of what I was thinking.
When he grabs onto the bar and swings his foot over the railing, I run over, shaking my head like my hair is on fire. “No, no, no, no, no,” I shout. “Don’t jump.”
His lips curl up into a grin as he watches me freak the fuck out.
“I told you,” he says, staring into my eyes. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Ever.”
I believe him, but that doesn’t mean I want to jump down to the next level. It’s got to be at least twenty feet.
“I can’t do this,” I say, feeling the color draining from my face. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he says, taking my hand and giving me the strength I desperately need. “I’ll catch you.”
I’m about to give him thirty-nine reasons why this is a horrible idea when he glances at the hallway below and then jumps down.
I want to scream but my stomach is in my throat as I rush to the railing and look over. He lands like a panther, crouching down as his feet hit the floor.
What the fuck?!?
I look back up at the band who is singing the song to the oblivious people in the crowd. I did not think I would be doing this tonight. I would have worn flats, or maybe even those Inspector Gadget springy shoes.
Jax looks up and waves me down. My heart is pounding, but I trust him. I can see in his eyes that he would never let me get hurt.
The fridge skids across the room as the door finally swings open, and three security guards trip over each other as they burst in.
Without thinking I swing my leg over the railing, close my eyes, and let myself drop. My stomach lurches into my throat and just when I think that I’m going to slam into the ground, I land in Jax’s muscular arms instead.
“That’s my girl,” he says and then kisses me on the forehead.
He clutches me close to his massive chest and I just rest my cheek on his pec, listening to the hard beating of his heart as he carries me back into the hall. The lights of the hallway are so bright after the darkness, and I just close them, letting Jax take me where he wants me to go.
It’s so nice to not be in control anymore. I’m always in control.
Other girls my age are always out partying and spending money on clothes and other useless shit, when I’m working fifty hour weeks at a coffee shop, and spending money on rent and washing my clothes in the sink.
My father split when I was a kid, and my mother kicked me out two months ago so she could live with her new boyfriend.
I’m so sick of being in control. It feels like heaven to give it all to Jax.
He rushes down the hall, and kicks a back door open, bringing me into the stairwell. I lose count of all the floors he brings me up, but it’s a lot. His thick powerful legs never tire. His strong muscular arms never let me fall an inch. He’s a beast of a man, and he’s all mine.
“Where are we?” I ask when I finally open my eyes. We’re in standing in front of a door that must be as high as the roof.
He opens it and my mouth drops. I cling to him for support as my stomach lurches around. We’re so high up. We’re back in the arena, or on the arena, I should say. If Jax reached up, he could touch the roof.
“This is the catwalk,” he whispers into my ear as he holds me tight. “It’s only used for hockey games. We can be alone up here.”
There’s a grated metal walkway in front of us and you can see the crowd below through the tiny holes in it. It leads to the jumbotron that’s hanging over the crowd like a sleeping giant.
Jax grabs my arm and holds me protectively as we walk over the crowd. I stare at his sexy back, trying not to look down as we cross the arena. I hope no one is looking up because I’m wearing a skirt and my panties are currently stuffed in Jax’s pocket. Not that they could see much detail. We’re that high up.
My pulse is racing and adrenaline is shooting through my body as we arrive at a ladder that leads up to the top of the jumbotron.
“Ladies first,” he says, holding me tightly as he swings me around his huge body to the ladder. I gulp as I grab the cool metal bar and start climbing. The faster we get up there, the faster his hard cock comes back out of his pants.
My skirt flutters out with each step that I take and I hear a low growl from under me as Jax looks up at my pussy.
I get so wet just having his eyes on it, let alone anything else. I arch my back, pressing my ass out in the air to give him a better view, and he grabs my waist with a solid grip.
My breath quickens as he dips his head under my skirt and licks me from the bottom of my pussy up to my exposed asshole, making me moan out loud.
Fuck, his tongue is amazing.
It ignites every cell in my body from the top of my head to my toes that are curling inside my shoes.
It doesn’t take long for me to cum on his mouth. It�
�s almost immediate. My grip tightens on the ladder as I close my eyes and focus on the intense heat as it washes through me from my core, up my body, down between my legs—burning everything in its path in a sweet searing flame.
Jax continues licking me slowly, and I already feel another orgasm on its way. He brings them out of me so easily, like he’s a master musician and I’m his instrument.
He pushes his tongue in deep, tracing my opening before dragging it back down to my aching clit. Oh shit. This is too much. It’s the sexiest moment of my life.
I don’t do things like this. There are twenty thousand people below me who only have to look up to see a stranger with his tongue on my holiest of holies.
But I don’t fucking care. Let them look. This feels too damn good.
And Jax isn’t a stranger. Not anymore. We may not know each other too well, but our souls were meant to be together and all of the little stuff between us will work itself out.
His skillful tongue moves up to my asshole and a warm shiver erupts through me as he licks it. “Oh, Jax,” I moan as his tongue travels back down to my pussy. I don’t think there will be anything off limits when it comes to Jax, and that’s going to be all part of the fun.
“You taste so goddamn good,” he says, as he pops his head out from under my skirt. His chin and lips are wet with the juices from my pussy, and the sight brings a smile to my lips. He runs two fingers along his chin, scooping up as much of me as he can before sliding his fingers into his mouth and sucking off the juices. “I’d keep you here all night with my tongue buried in your sweet cunt if my hard cock wasn’t demanding for more. I’d suck on your hot little pussy and drink you up until the next hockey game starts.”
“It’s July,” I say, between heavy breaths. “Hockey doesn’t start for a few months.”
“I know,” he growls before dipping his head back under my skirt for more.
The band ends the song and starts a new one as I feel the rush of another orgasm coming on. The crowd erupts in cheers as the guitarist strums the guitar, and as if on cue I cum again on Jax’s tongue. It’s like all twenty thousand people in the arena are cheering for us.
I cum again, and again, until I can’t stand on the ladder any longer. My legs are too weak. My hands are exhausted from gripping the metal so tight.
Jax seems to sense it and just plucks me off the ladder, holding me like a baby to his chest as he grabs a rung and climbs up to the metal grated surface on top of the jumbotron. He lays me on the grated floor and I slide my fingers into the holes as I look around.
The view is incredible up here and it takes my breath away. We have a perfect view of the band playing on the stage, and we can see the excited crowd from every angle—to the front, back, left, right, even below us. We can see them all even though they have no idea we’re up here.
The view gets even better when Jax stands up and takes off his shirt. “Wow,” I gasp as my eyes wander over his hard body. He’s all muscle. His tattooed arms are jacked—probably from carrying me around, which makes them even sexier. His chest is a masterpiece, his abs the thing of dreams.
My eyes widen even more as he unbuckles his pants and pulls out his long hard cock. He grips it in his big hand and struts over to me with a possessive gleam in his eye.
He thinks I’m his. He thinks I was made for him. Made to please him. Made to follow his orders.
I gulp as he towers over me.
I think he’s right.
6
Jax
“It’s time, my angel,” I say, gripping my hard cock as I walk up to her. She’s lying on the metal grate on top of the jumbotron, looking like she’s on top of the world. The crowd is visible far down below her. They’re going nuts as the band starts a new song.
Angie’s auburn hair is curling around her chin like a halo and it makes her look so innocent and pure that I nearly come on the spot. A pearl of cum appears at the head of my dick and drips onto my hand. She licks her lips as she stares at it with hungry eyes.
“This is it,” I tell her as I drop to my knees in between her open legs. The metal cuts into them but it’s a small price to pay for a taste of heaven. “Now is the time when I make you mine for good. They’ll be no dating. They’ll be no uncertainty. You will be mine after this.”
I grip her little chin in my strong hand and squeeze it a little to let her know that I’m serious. “This sexy little mouth will be mine, and I’ll fuck it whenever I want.” I release my hard cock for a second to hold my hand up to her mouth. She licks the bead of white cum off of it as her hand falls between her legs and up her skirt. She starts touching her pussy as she stares at my dick, wanting more.
“Fuck, Angie,” I groan as I grab my hard dick and more cum oozes out, covering the head. “Clean up your man’s cock, and drink down this cum.”
Her wet lips part as I lean forward and slide my dick between them. I moan as her greedy little tongue cleans the cum off my swollen head. She wiggles the tip of her tongue into the hole of my dick, trying to scoop out more of her man’s jism. Her adorable cheeks hollow as she sucks as much of it down as she can.
I could nut right here in her mouth, but enough time has passed to not have her cunt dripping with my cum for another second.
Her warm tongue glides down the underside of my cock, and I have to pull out before she makes me cum on the spot.
“That sweet tongue feels like heaven, my angel,” I say as I slide my dick out, taking away her new toy. She gasps and her eyes bulge out in panic as she reaches forward for it, but I push her hand away, laughing at her eagerness. “Later, my love. You’re going to make me cum all over that pretty mouth of yours, and I don’t want to do that yet. This nut has your pussy written all over it.”
Her lips fall open and I see a bit of cum on her tongue and bottom lip, and I have to squeeze my shaft hard so I don’t cum all over my hand at the beautiful sight.
My cock is in a rage that I haven’t sunk it into her tight warmth yet, but I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted her to cum on my mouth until she couldn’t walk anymore. I wanted to get her as obsessed with me as I am with her.
“Spread those sweet legs, my angel,” I command, and she does it. I reach down and slide two fingers up her pussy, smiling when I feel how wet she is. She’s ready for it. Her pussy is practically begging for it.
She’s already breathing heavily, watching me with glossed over eyes as I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck off her delicious honey.
My heart is pounding. I can’t stop obsessing over cumming in her virgin womb. It’s all I can fucking think about.
I grab my shirt and lay it on the metal grated floor. It’s trippy up here with the view of the crowd far down below us through the thousands of holes. It feels like we’re floating, which is fitting since I’m about to fuck an angel, which will feel like I’m in heaven.
“Lie on this.” It’s not as padded as I would like for her soft skin and delicate body, but it will help soften some of the hardness of the metal.
Angie doesn’t seem to care about any of that. Her eyes are clouded with lust and locked on my cock as she quickly lies on my shirt and spreads her legs wide.
“It might hurt a bit at first,” I say, gently rubbing her clit in little circles. She starts moaning already and before I have a chance to slide my finger down to her tight pink opening she cums again.
“You can’t even have your man touch you without cumming all over his hand,” I say, smiling as a rush of juice spills out of her cunt. I lick it up with a smile on my face.
“It feels so good,” she moans as she drags her shirt up her white stomach. She pops her tits out of her bra and my mouth is on them immediately, swirling my tongue and sucking her hard nipples as she arches her back, trying to get as much of them into my mouth as she can.
I alternate between her tits, licking and nibbling every inch of them until she gripping fistfuls of my hair and pushing my head back down to her hungry cunt.
“A
re you ready for more?” I ask, grinning as I posture up between her thighs.
She licks her lips as she nods up and down. “I want you to fuck me,” she says. “I want you to take my pussy. I want you to claim my womb.”
“It’s already mine,” I say as I slowly drag the head of my cock up her pink pussy lips. They part easily as her body shudders and her eyes close. “Every inch of you is mine. Those sweet lips that feel so good around my cock, that delicious tongue that I can’t get enough of, those beautiful tits that make my balls ache, and this tight little pussy that I’m about to slide into.”
She bites her bottom lip in anticipation as I press the head of my cock to the tight pink hole that’s so tight it feels like it’s actively trying to push me back out.
Her hole is so wet that the head of my cock is already coated in her sticky juices and I’ve just barely touched her.
I climb over her and take her mouth with mine as I take her pussy with my cock. She moans into my mouth as I slowly thrust forward, feeling her virgin-tight pussy gripping my dick so hard that my eyes roll in the back of my fucking head.
“I’ve never felt anything so tight,” I moan through gritted teeth as I push in further, enjoying every inch of her ruthless cunt as it squeezes me in an unmerciful death grip.
“It’s so big,” she moans, arching her head back as her face twists in pain. “It hurts.”
“I know, my angel,” I whisper back to her as I nibble on her earlobe to distract her from the stretching. “It’s going to hurt just this one time, and then it will feel like heaven again.”
“It already does,” she moans as I slowly push in further, loving the way her pussy is clenching around my cock. “It’s the good kind of hurt.”
I come up to the resistance of her cherry and she whimpers as I pop through it with a quick thrust. I slide all the way in until my hard pelvis is digging into her clit and my balls are hanging against her ass cheeks. She holds onto my back, gripping me tightly like she’s never going to let me go.
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