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He splits you open carefully since you were asleep up until now and he didn’t warm you up as much as usual. 

It's still such a mindfuck, even though it's been months of this clandestine whatever it is, that Ari can be so soft, and even playful, when what he was doing–how things started between the two of you–was so utterly wrong.

No matter how soft and playful though, Ari is also strategic. Which is why he placed his big, warm hand over your mouth before you woke, because he just knew that you were gonna gift him a choked whine as he stuffed you full of him.

Because no matter how many times Ari fucks you, the first deep stroke always makes you whine.

Tonight you don’t disappoint. In fact, that sweet, startled sound of yours nearly has him ascending into the stratosphere as he groans against your neck and shushes you until he bottoms out.

“Shh shh shh, sweetheart. You didn’t really think I’d go days without ruining this cunt, did you?" You can feel Ari grin against your throat as you whine some more behind his hand, but he just coos at you, "Be good for me and take everything I give you.”

He takes you just like that, curled around your body and pounding into you with hard, deep strokes.

Ari finally lets his hand fall away from your mouth when your whines turn to moans and you start shoving back against him just as eagerly as he's driving into you. 

"See, you always come around by the end, huh?" he pants against your ear, giving it a nip and groaning as the quick dose of pain makes you clench around him hard.

You gasp as he suddenly shoves you over onto your belly, yanking you up onto your knees but keeping your face planted in the rumpled sheets with a big hand on the nape of your neck.

You can only moan and take it as he fucks you harder, your bed shaking and squeaking as Ari grunts and snarls his pleasure behind you. The sound of skin slapping echoes off your bedroom walls, until all you can hear is your own sharp cry of release a few moments later.

"Fuck, that's it, honey, milk my cock," Ari praises, his grip on the back of your neck relenting so he can smooth a hand down your back.

Once the clenching and clamping of your pussy dies down, Ari frames your waist in his hands and hammers into you, smirking as every deep drive of his cock punches a choked sound of shock past your parted lips.

By the time he's pumping you full of his cum with a satisfied groan, you're drooling into your sheets, your pussy rejoicing at the warm bloom and flooded state of your insides as Ari sags against your body and crushes you into the mattress beneath him.

He hums quietly, nuzzling along your warm cheek as he enjoys the stray flutters of your cunt around his softening cock, and then he's sighing as he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you. 

Ari waits a moment to see what you'll do, raking a hand through his wild hair and watching you with a small smirk as you gently sink onto your side, facing away from him, and shiver.

Tutting as you stay that way after a long moment, he shifts closer, curling around you much like he did before and snuffling along the crook of your neck as you try not to shudder too hard. 

Because you hate how obvious it is that he affects you so much, how much your traitorous body enjoys the onslaught of his own.

"One of these days, you'll stop playing hard to get, I know you will," Ari whispers against your ear, grinning as your body quavers in response. "But I can be patient."

His big hand palms your belly before sliding lower, and you whimper softly as his fingers play along your messy, sensitive cunt. 

Ari's fingers find the trail of his cum that had leaked out of you, pushing it back inside of your cunt as he purrs, "For now, let's put that back where it belongs and get some sleep, because you and I are gonna enjoy our day off tomorrow."

You squeak as he gives your pussy a pat and nips at the hinge of your jaw.

"Together," he husks, pressing a kiss to your cheek before settling back against the bed and keeping you captive in his arms as you both drift off to sleep.

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“Yeah, there you go, sweetheart, such a good girl,” Ari hums, his massive hands framing your hips as he guides you along the path of pleasure, which you’re completely lost to.

You’re both tucked away in an old, unused office in the fire house, Ari lounging back in the desk chair, still fully dressed while you’re completely bare as you fist your hands in his lieutenant’s polo and grind against his thick-muscled thigh with a soft moan.

“Oh, that’s a pretty sound,” he husks, lightly collaring your throat and reeling you closer.

Ari pauses long enough to watch the way your eyes slowly flutter open, your gaze owlish and dark and so very fucked out. He grins at you, and it’s a wicked thing, his lips curling and white teeth flashing.

And then he’s yanking you against him and giving you a kiss so filthy you have no choice but to cum against his thigh right then and there, shamelessly rocking against him and whining your pleasure against his mouth the entire time.

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You couldn’t help it though, he was so beautiful. 

Big and brawny, his wide shoulders stretching his gray lieutenant’s polo to its limits. His black work pants didn’t fare much better against his thick, muscled thighs, but it was his hair that really did you in. 

Brown and much longer than men usually wore it, curling around his nape and offsetting his full, neatly trimmed beard perfectly. 

Ari, as he insisted you call him, was the most handsome man that you had ever seen, and there was always a twinkle in his eyes that made your tummy flutter. 

That twinkle was still there when you peeked over at him one last time on your way to the locker room, and you nearly walked into the door frame when you found him staring right back at you before shooting you a playful wink. 

It was that playfulness that had you fooled. 

It was just a distant memory now, when two days later, a few hours into third shift, Ari had you bent over his desk in his office, your whines and cries muffled behind his big hand as he covered your mouth and filled you with his cock. 

You were both still fully dressed as he took you, feral and shameless in his claiming of you, and in plain sight of the large office windows that looked out over the team bunks. 

Quite a few of your squadmates slept on the other side of the glass, just yards away, and the thought of getting caught had more tears spilling over as a particularly hard thrust of Ari’s hips had you grunting then whimpering as you gripped the edge of his desk. 

“You’ve really only got yourself to blame, sweetheart,” he purred against your ear as he curled over you, his hips still snapping against your ass without pause. “All those lingering gazes, eye fucking me every shift. You did everything but physically throw yourself at me.”

You shook your head in denial, barely able to do so with the forceful grip Ari had on your mouth. 

He just laughed, fucking you harder as he groaned against the shell of your ear and  pummeled your insides with enthusiasm. 

When his free hand slid around your belly and down between your legs, until he was rubbing your clit and you were moaning and clenching around him, he hummed in satisfaction. 

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want to wake them, or everyone will know that the new girl couldn’t keep it in her pants for even a week. Not a very good first impression,” he tsked. 

When you shook your head again, whining as you came around his cock against your will, Ari just laughed and cooed at you as he chased his own release. 

“So happy you’re here, sweetheart. You and I are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

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“Baby, please,” Jake panted, tipping his face down so he could catch your lips in a frantic kiss. “Please,” he whispered against your lips as his forehead touched your own.

“Such good boy manners,” you teased, shooting Jake a wink before stealing another kiss.

And when your hand dropped to palm the hard, steely length of him through his joggers, he groaned, his head tipping back and the vein bulging in his neck making your pussy flutter.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to that spot, moaning softly as you felt his cock jump in response.

You never knew what the day would bring, what type of mood he would be in, if he would hurt you or exhibit you in ways that made you wither and die on the inside just a little bit more with each occurrence. 

So as you sat beside him for dinner, you couldn’t help but tremble as you stared down at your plate. 

And even worse, you could feel Curtis’ ever watchful gaze on you the entire time. 

When his fingers trailed up your free arm before his large hand gently cradled the side of your throat, and you flinched so violently that you dropped your fork–wincing at the loud clatter–his lips twitched in dark amusement. 

It was like he was a shark and he could smell blood in the water, so naturally, he attacked.

Curtis shoved his seat out and patted his thigh, wordlessly directing you where he wanted you, because he didn’t even need to speak for you to hop to, even if you obviously didn’t want to.

In fact, you couldn’t hold back a wave of tears as you rose from your own seat and moved toward him. When you went to reach up to swipe away an errant tear, Curtis caught your wrist to stop you.

“Leave it. You’re so fucking pretty when you cry,” he husked, tugging you down into his lap. 

He arranged you so your back was to his chest and you were straddling the thick muscle of his thigh. He even rocked it a little, humming in approval as he felt the warmth of your cunt through your barely there panties plant more fully against his leg.

You squirmed at the pressure between your legs that you knew was just a prelude to whatever sinful whims were sparking to life in Curtis’ diabolical mind. More tears brimmed and spilled over as you watched his large, calloused hands so gently tug up the delicate hem of your dress so that he could get a peek at your panties below, uncaring of the way he put you on display, yet again. 

“Since you’d obviously rather play than eat,” he teased, his fingers ever so gently petting up your cunt through your underwear, “Maybe I should indulge you, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, struggling to catch your breath between Curtis’ wicked touch and the way your chest was so tight with anxiety, you could barely breathe. “I’ll eat.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure that’s what you really want, pretty prize,” Curtis smirked, nuzzling along your tear-stained cheek as he felt your panties grow damper and damper by the second. “But if you’re so eager to have something in your mouth…”

He shifted subtly, but it was enough that you could suddenly feel the hard, hot press of his erection along your lower back. 

You started to shake your head in denial–in resistance–but squeaked as Curtis’ free hand caught your face by your jaw and held you still with a grip so firm, it bordered on painful and had you choking down a sob of fear.

“On your knees,” his voice was low and tinged with steel in a way that had your body following his cue before your brain caught up to the conversation.

You slid from his lap to your knees, feeling your stomach churn as Curtis pet your head and cooed at you.

“Such a good girl, doing what she’s told.”

He waited for you to turn toward him before sinking back in his seat, reaching for his fork with a satisfied curl to his lips as your shaking fingers undid his pants. 

Just as your fingers touched Curtis’ bare cock, you heard footsteps approach. You instantly froze, your face flooding with such a humiliated type of heat, that you swore you were on fire from the inside out as Curtis’ head of security, Franco Jr., appeared beside him.

His gaze flickered to you and lingered, something in them sparking warm and mean, making your own eyes instantly fall to the floor as more tears spilled over and you trembled and drowned in shame at Curtis’ feet. 

“Sir, sorry to interrupt, but you said to update you as soon as I heard back on the issue we discussed this morning.”

“Then update me,” Curtis replied, lifting his fork to his mouth but pausing as his glittering eyes landed on you. He held up a finger to Franco, delaying his update as Curtis spoke again, his words now directed at you. “There’s a reason why you’re on your knees, sweetheart, and it’s not to sit there looking pretty, as much as I appreciate the view.”

Your lower lip wobbled as you met Curtis’ demanding gaze. For a second, your eyes flickered to Franco–who very much seemed to be enjoying the show–before returning to Curtis. “But–”

That single word alone was enough to have Curtis’ nostrils flaring, his lips turning down into a displeased glower as he suddenly shot forward and gripped you hard by the throat. 

“When I tell you to do something, you do it, you don’t whine about it, do you understand?”

You whimpered as he snarled in your face, nodding as much as you could around his grip on your neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be fucking sorry, be obedient. It’s why you’re here…and still alive.”

You shuddered at Curtis’ not so veiled threat, trying to ignore both watchful gazes searing into you as you retrieved Curtis’ hard cock from his pants and guided it to your mouth. You sank down on him as far as you could, suppressing a heave as Curtis’ hand found the back of your neck and pushed you down just a little bit further before keeping you there to warm his cock, just as he wanted.

And then Franco gave his report as directed, like it was the most normal thing in the world to do so as you knelt at Curtis’ feet with his cock filling your mouth and throat, tears streaming down your face. 

Thankfully, white noise began to blare loudly in your mind. It drown out the two voices speaking business as usual–like you and your current predicament didn’t matter at all–as you surrendered to a soul-splintering kind of shame and tried your best to breathe through your nose until this round of humiliation was finally over.

A few days later, it was business as usual as Curtis summoned you to his home office early in the day.

As you tentatively stepped inside, you tried your best to avoid looking at the homebase of your constant shame and defilement. 

The place where it was always put on display most.

The pedestal.

Curtis had made good on his word and made the pedestal a fixture in the room. He’d even hired contractors to come in and build it out and into the wall adjacent to his desk. 

The pedestal itself was a perfectly polished circle of walnut wood, about four feet in diameter, set before a black wall that curved up into an arch and made the space a little alcove for your defilement. 

Now, instead of an accent wall or a beautiful piece of art or furniture, the highlight of the room was you–usually on obscene display–for the man who now owned you.

“Put this on,” Curtis demanded without preamble, plucking up the sheer lace bra and panties set that was set out on one of the shelves beside the pedestal wall. “I want something pretty to look at while working.”

Today, numbness won out over shame as you did what you were told and began to strip. Once you were donning the bra and panties, Curtis handed off a pair of stilettos for you to put on next.

You tried not to grimace as you eyed the spiked heels, wondering how in the world you were supposed to wear these and remain standing for a long period of time. 

As if he could read your mind, Curtis smirked at you, offering you a hand up from your spot perched on the edge of the pedestal as you finished putting on the stilettos. 

“Go on, I want you right in the center and facing me,” he told you, watching as you teetered into place. “If you move or make a sound to disturb me, you’ll be punished, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” you whispered, shivering slightly before you assumed the position Curtis wanted and watched him saunter back to his desk chair.

It only took a few moments for you to realize that you had been set up to fail. 

That Curtis must have cranked up the air conditioning to purposefully make the room absolutely freezing, so you had literally no chance of remaining still as a statue, especially in your current getup, when you were so very cold.

You were able to resist rubbing your arms to try to warm up, but what you weren’t able to do was prevent your body from shivering the longer you stood there freezing.

In no time at all, Curtis gave a melodramatic sigh of disappointment, jaw clenching as he set down his pen and aimed his displeased gaze your way. He straightened in his seat, lounging back in his chair for a beat as he tapped his fingers atop his desk and watched you with a mean smirk curling his lips.

It had never been more apparent that you were in trouble, and there was literally nothing you could do about it.

When Curtis rose to his feet and moved toward you, you cowered, trembling out a soft, “Please, I’m sorry,” as you hugged yourself tightly and tried not to cry. 

Curtis just faux pouted at you, holding out a hand until you hesitantly placed your own in his. He helped you down from the pedestal, his smirk growing more pronounced at how you struggled in the ridiculous heels, before he led you over to the leather sofa in the seating area of the room. 

He dropped your hand before sitting and reclining back like a king, now aiming his smirk up at you. 

You watched him nervously, your eyes big and wary as you continued to shiver. 

“Come on,” he said at last, patting one of his thick thighs. 

You went to perch on his thigh, but he laughed, holding up a hand to stop you. “Nice try, sweetheart.”

You only had a second to be confused before you were yelping as Curtis suddenly grabbed you. Your world went topsy turvy, until you found yourself bent over Curtis’ lap as he held you in place with one big hand gripping the nape of your neck. 

Your eyes immediately filled with tears as he yanked down your panties, and you realized you were yet again in for another round of being exposed and humiliated, demeaned and “put in your place.” 

You’d never been struck before–not even spanked as a child–so the first harsh slap of Curtis’ hand against your bare ass had you shrieking in pain and flailing in his lap.

“I told you if you didn’t do as you were told, if you disturbed my work, you’d be punished, so here we are,” Curtis hummed, giving your neck a painful squeeze that had you trying your best to go lax and stop struggling so much.

As he landed another agonizing spank, you gripped the bottom of his pants leg, trying to focus on remaining balanced in his lap, on breathing, on not crying so hard–anything to try to distract yourself from the onslaught of undeserving pain being rained down upon you.

Curtis was only half a dozen hard spanks in before you had dissolved into a sobbing, hysterical mess, your ass on fire as you begged him to stop and apologized over and over again for what felt like nothing more than simply existing. 

“You don’t have a very high tolerance for pain, huh?” Curtis cooed at you, sounding delighted by this discovery. “No, you’re far too sweet to have been treated so roughly in the past, but you need to learn that there are consequences for defying me. This is what happens when you don’t listen, honey,” Curtis sighed, caressing over your abused flesh and grinning as you whined and tried to flinch away. 

“Please,” you struggled to speak between your crying and sniffles. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’ll do better, I swear.”

You heard a soft chuckle from above you, and then Curtis’ hands started to wander. You were so relieved by the gentle touch, that it took you a moment to realize the way Curtis was rocking against you, obviously hard and turned on by your “punishment.” 

When his fingers teased between your thighs and you immediately spread them to give him access to your cunt, he laughed. “You learn quickly, pretty prize, I’ll give you that.”

A different type of mortification warmed your face as Curtis’ fingers danced and swirled all along your bare cunt. You still couldn’t believe the way your body responded to him, how wet you got for him, and how quickly.

Even after he hurt you, even as you roiled in self-loathing, your body was pressing back into the questing touch of Curtis’ fingers, eager for more.

“Mmm, look at that, I’ve got you crying from both ends now, huh?”

Before you could even completely absorb his words, Curtis moved, with you in tow. You barely got your hands under you to perch on all fours on the floor before he was shoving into you so hard, you keened long and loud as he began to pummel your insides with his cock.

For the first time since the night you had met and he had ravished you in front ot his men and the cooling corpses of your family, you tried to move away from Curtis as he fucked you.

Because it was like a flash of agony each and every time his hips snapped against your raw, still burning ass.

“Please, it hurts!” you whined, trying to push back at him, slow his fervor, anything to stop the blistering pain.

“Hurts so good,” Curtis panted, shoving your face down into the carpet. He gathered your hands at the small of your back, grunting and groaning as your pussy clenched and fluttered, spasmed and gripped him tighter than ever before.

He came first, his talented fingers playing with your clit to drive you over the edge just after him.

“Fuck, that’s it, milk my fucking cock,” he groaned as he unloaded inside of you, hips rutting as he pumped you full of him, until your sensitive cunt had milked him of every last drop, just like he wanted.

Just like you were made for.

You sniffled, trembling and spent beneath him, whining softly as Curtis gripped your ass in both hands and gave it a harsh grope. He tugged your cheeks apart, pulling his cock from you slowly and watching in smug satisfaction as his cream trickled from your quivering hole.

“Don’t waste a drop, pretty prize,” Curtis’ voice was smoky as his fingers caught the mess and shoved it back inside of you. He gave your inner walls a few strokes, laughing as you squealed in overstimulation and clenched around his fingers. “One day, I’m gonna go at you and make you cum so many times you pass out, but not today, sweetheart. Not when you’ve been so bad for me. You don’t deserve all that pleasure right now.”

He swiftly rose to his feet before pulling you up to yours, not bothering to tuck his spent cock away as he marched you back over to the pedestal.

“Let’s see if you can actually listen this time,” he taunted as he shoved you to the center of the wooden perch. 

He arranged you so that you were face down and ass up, spreading your legs obscenely wide to give him the perfect view of your well spanked ass and cum leaking pussy at the same time. 

“You move a muscle and the next hole leaking my cream is gonna be this one,” Curtis murmured, thumbing along your virgin rosebud and laughing at your miserable wail. 

Giving your ass a final smack, Curtis sauntered back to his desk. He took a moment to put himself back together before he sank into his seat and enjoyed the view of you on pretty, perfect display for him for a long moment before finally getting back to work.

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You placed it back on the sofa where he had carelessly discarded it last night, pretending as though you hadn’t seen it there as soon as you walked out of your bedroom earlier that morning, his rush to leave after being woken up by a phone call from Chibs making him forget his most treasured item of clothing.

You sat on the barstool at the kitchen island, sipping from a cup of coffee you had been nursing, smiling into the mug when you heard your door open and Jax strut through it as confidently and comfortably as usual.

“I left my kutte,” he explained, getting right to the point while glancing around your living room quickly, lifting up the blanket and a pillow off of the loveseat before spinning on the spot to begin his search of the sofa.

“Oh, did you? I hadn’t noticed,” you lied, your cheeks feeling a flush that was partly from the heat of the coffee but mostly from the sight of Jax. He had his Reaper Crew hat on backwards, sunglasses still on, and the sunshine had kissed the skin on his face to tint it with a healthy pink that was the same whenever he was fucking you.

Finally locating it, Jax held up his vest with a smile before shrugging it on and walking over to you, his smile bright and playful, and you knew his eyes held the same sparkle behind the black lenses that covered them that you could never forget.

He leaned down and kissed you, bracing his arms on either side of your body to land on the countertop and cage you in, forcing your body to arch back into it as he delved his tongue deep inside your mouth.

You hummed when he peeled himself away from you, your eyes feeling heavy with lust as you watched him lick his lips.

“Did you forget it on purpose?” you teased, slipping your hands beneath the leather panels to feel the warmth radiating off his body through his layers of faded shirts.

He chuckled, his hands reaching up to cup your face while he nudged your legs apart with his, standing close to you where he was able to grind his hips against you.

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?”

You giggled when he grinned at you before capturing your lips again, pressing his bulge into your core to make you moan into his mouth, the fervor of your kiss growing with each pass of your tongues.

“Fuck!” he hissed, backing away from you but still holding your face in his hands. “I gotta go.”

You breathed out a disappointed sigh, tilting your head to the side as you watched him step away and try to collect himself, hoping he’d convince himself to stay for a hard and fast fuck.

His phone rang in his pocket, and he dug to answer it immediately, a hint of impatience in his voice. “Yeah, I’ll be right there. I said I’ll be right there…Five minutes! Jesus Christ.”

Jax flipped it shut and shook his head as he replaced it back in his pocket, closing the distance between you again with another smile on his face as soon as he looked at you.

“I’ll see you later.” he spoke sweetly, his tone completely different from the one he had just used to whatever poor soul had called him.

You nodded, smiling again as he kissed you once, then again, chuckling when he finally found the strength to stop and back away from you.

He stormed through to the front door in a few long strides, giving you one last grin as he shut the door behind him, and you grinned to yourself as you picked up your phone and sent him the photo you had taken just after he had called you to say he was stopping by.

You listened for the roar of his Harley to start up, feeling giddy as you waited to see if he checked his phone before taking off.

Standing, you walked over to the window, seeing him sitting on his bike looking at his phone with a huge smile on his face.

Your phone rang, his name and number lighting up the screen, and you answered through a smile so big it hurt your cheeks, “Did you forget something else?”

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, his amusement clear in his voice. “Jesus fucking Christ, how am I going to focus on anything now?”

“It’s just a little something to get you back here.”

“Like I need the help,” he said pointedly, starting his bike where it purred loudly through both the phone and the walls of your house.

“I’ll be back to deal with you soon,” he both promised and threatened, making heat surge through your body like wildfire.

“See you later, Teller.”

You hung up, tucking your lip between your teeth to stave off your smile as you looked at the photo you had sent again, feeling more than satisfied with the reaction it had gotten out of him.

You wore nothing but his kutte, your body that he had already made tired and sore from a sleepless night on full display under his leather, the bare skin on your chest bearing the claiming marks left by his mouth.

He took off quickly, his engine rumbling so loud it vibrated the house and sent a shiver down your spine, and you hoped whatever it was he was going to do was done quickly so he could get back to you soon.

You did everything you could think of to occupy yourself; laundry, dishes, even baked muffins and whipped up a casserole, knowing Jax would be hungry when he got there, or if he wasn’t, that he would be made hungry from all the things you did whenever you were together.

The impatience you felt was beginning to outgrow your arousal, the desperation in wanting to have your hands on him and his on you becoming too much to stand any longer.

Not two minutes later did you hear the distant grumble of his Harley tearing through your neighbourhood, your body conditioned over time to respond to that sound and awaken a neediness and desire that never seemed to be sated.

Even though you expected it, you still jumped when Jax barrelled through the door with a hungry and desperate look on his face as he stared you down while kicking off his white sneakers, his grin sly and crooked.

“Why the fuck aren’t you naked yet?” he panted, crossing the room to get to where you stood waiting for him.

“Isn’t half the fun undressing me?”

“Yeah, but when I’ve been staring at that pic you sent me all day, I kinda want to get to the point,” he explained, his eyebrows lifting upward while he tugged his jeans down to the floor.

He still had his ball cap on, worn with the bill of it facing forward this time, the shade casting on his face making his blue eyes glow like flames in the shadow.

Jax slipped his kutte off, placing it carefully on the back of the sofa as if making a point that he knew where it was or would be needing it again soon, and stepped toward you, tipping his head and giving you a piercing look.

“Now, get naked.”

You obeyed with a grin, crossing your arms to grab at the hem of his ‘SAMCRO’ t-shirt, pulling it over your head where you had the satisfaction of hearing Jax’s breath hitch when your tits became exposed, and tossed it on the floor beside you.

Remaining in your panties, you went to assist him with his clothes, only to have him grip your wrists, his long fingers wrapping around them securely.

“That’s not naked, sweetheart.”

You glared at him as he released you, making a point to slowly hook your thumbs in the waist of them and inch by torturous inch, crept them down your hips.

“Jesus Christ,” he huffed impatiently, even though he was still smiling.

A furious look flashed in his eyes when you pulled them back up to their rightful place, challenging what he would do, and you gasped in equal shock and fear when he grabbed onto your thong and tore them roughly down your thighs.

He crashed against your lips, kissing you with a demand that reminded you that he wasn’t playing games, your body flinching when his fingers trailed along your hip and to your soaked pussy.

Spreading your legs further apart, you moaned into his mouth, rocking on his hand as he drove two fingers inside you, hooking them to massage your g-spot.

Within minutes he had you on the edge, fucking you with his fingers until you were a whimpering mess ready to completely fall apart, but he stopped his movements and withdrew his hand from you, smirking at you with a smugness that managed to turn you on even more.

“Fuck, Jax,” you hissed, your breathing sharp as an untamed feeling ran through your veins.

“Hang on, darlin’” he drawled, his tone all-too happy considering what he just did to you.

He took off his hat and then tore his shirts off his torso, leaving him in his boxers that did nothing to disguise how large and hard he was, and had he not tugged them off himself, you were seconds away from doing it for him, your need for him increasing to the highest point when his cock sprang free.

“Put the hat back on,” you requested, your voice so lusty it was almost unrecognizable.

You squirmed in place, seeing the surprise in his features as he did as you asked and placed it back over his messy, blond tresses that crept out wildly from under it, his expression turned cocky in knowing how horny you were.

A half-satisfied smile pulled at your lips when he stood up against you, wrapping his arms behind your back where his hands carded up and down, returning your smile.

You leaned back slightly, reaching up to grip the bill of it to spin it around, facing it backwards just as he had worn it earlier.

“Happy now?” he chuckled.

You nodded, “Mhm. Are you?”

“Fuck, no!” he admitted jokingly through another laugh, reaching over for his kutte that he hadn’t for a second forgotten about you wearing earlier.

Guiding each of your arms through it, he brought it up to rest on your shoulders, holding onto the edges of its opening as his thumbs moved to rub your nipples until they hardened, making you shiver while a breathy whine passed your lips.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his mouth so close to you that his lips grazed your parted ones when he spoke.

You let your eyes close, waiting for him to give you the pleasure he was never selfish with, holding your breath until you felt his lips press onto your neck and down over your chest, his hands falling to your waist and then your hip, smoothing over the curve of your bum where he squeezed your flesh and gave it a playful slap.

Your giggle was swallowed when he kissed you, and you felt his own laugh shake through his chest when you brought your hands up to it, sliding them up to cradle his neck and let your fingers dance where his hair brushed along his bare shoulders.

In a swift motion that caught you off-guard, Jax lifted you into his arms, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist where he backed you up against the wall, thudding against the drywall as he pressed his body hard into yours.

Your nails raked across his shoulders and upper back, roaming to tangle in his hair that wasn’t trapped beneath his hat, and when he lined his cock up to your spread pussy and guided himself inside, you pulled at the strands that were woven between your fingers, his reaction to both sensations reverberating in your mouth.

Jax unleashed all his power on you, holding you up while slamming into you aggressively, the photos that hung on your wall rattling and banging with his barbaric movements.

Doing the best you could to move with him, you humped up and down in an effort to rub your clit on the coarse, wheat coloured pubes above his cock, feeling your climax begin to build again where it had been left teetering on the edge.

You caught Jax staring at your exposed tits, his vest having opened to put them fully on display where they bounced to the enthusiasm of his thrusts and your erratic rocking, his pupils blown out wide with lust.

“You look so fucking good, baby,” he growled, taking one last look at the erotic scene before meeting his mouth with yours, his kiss sloppy and rough.

A sweat started to break out on both of your bodies, your skin able to slip and glide on his easier with the harder you worked, the hair at the base of his neck damp when you moved your fingers along it.

Jax was always completely enamoured when he fucked you, but for some reason with you wearing his kutte today, he found himself in even more of a state, destroying you with reckless abandon to create the whimpering mess before him that he craved to see, the sounds he pulled from you the sweetest ones he'd ever heard. He was convinced it had something to do with the way his Vice President patch kept swaying beside your right breast as your chest shook in time to his ruthless pace, or the way the worn, faded, black leather and the white on all the labels that had turned dingey over time looked against your supple skin, and the thought of fucking you in it when it ranked him as President one day instead had him ready to explode.

The sense of pride he felt when it came to his club and displaying its logos was something he never took lightly, and seeing them on you intensified it even more, making it seem like no one else could wear them as well as you.

He became almost possessive, wanting to claim you and prove to you all the things he never vocalized all while knowing without hesitation that everything under that piece of leather was his and his only.

He kissed you roughly, not caring that the scruff on his face was turning your skin raw or that his teeth had knocked against yours more than once in his frenzy to get enough of you, feeling your pussy get wetter with every drive of his dick inside it.

“Fucking turn around!” he spat through gritted teeth, giving the order despite forcing you to do it anyway. He dropped your legs and had you spun around and planted against the wall in a matter of seconds, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck to guide you forward, pushing you down so you hinged at your waist and were bent over.

His other hand gripped at your ass to spread your cheeks apart, his cock finding your open cunt without needing any help, slamming into you so hard you had to brace yourself on the wall to stop your face from hitting it.

“God, I’m gonna - fuck! - I’m gonna cum, Jax!” you wailed, your ability to speak properly taken away when he reached around you and started rubbing your clit.

“Yeah?” he huffed, mesmerized in the sight of his glistening cock pumping in and out of you. “You gonna cream all over me, you fucking slut?”

The way he barked that name made you shiver, your mouth filling with saliva to a point you couldn't even contain it anymore, feeling it drool out as your jaw went slack and your climax billowed its way to the surface.

Exhilaration took over you, your moans and cries of approval of how hard Jax was fucking you making him increase his fervor, creating a domino effect of you growing louder and his own moans to sound out and intoxicate you further, the mix of everything so dizzying that it was impossible to imagine a better high.

Jax chuckled behind you, the sound maniacal and deliciously twisted. “That’s it, fuck…”

You let go, accepting the way his body threw you into a trembling orgasm, clenching hard around his cock as he proceeded to pound you mercilessly, hearing his grunts and growls increase in volume and consistency as he honed in on his own end.

He couldn’t look away, watching your combined milky spend leak out of you as he continued to fuck you, your ass cheeks shaking along to his irregular thrusts, the Reaper patch spread out across your back as you took every blow he gave you a sight he would never tire of.

His hand was soaked when he removed it from between your legs, bringing his fingers to his mouth where he sucked them clean, keeping his dick buried inside you until he couldn't anymore.

You closed your eyes as you worked at steadying your breath, your fingers continuing to grip the wall even as you slowly began to straighten your body, feeling full and close to him despite him having slipped from you.

Sweaty handprints temporarily stained the paint when you opened your heavy lids again, smiling at the tingling afterglow that filled your veins, that smile growing bigger when you felt Jax press his lips to your dewy neck where he kissed your sensitive skin with gratitude. You were spun around again, gentler this time, his sweet smile matching yours as he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, your hands wrapping around his damp back to help support you as you stood on unreliable legs.

He was heavenly in his post-fuck glow, small beads of sweat dancing just below the edge of his hat, his skin tinged with a pinkish blush from his efforts, his pulse hammering in his neck. His lips looked more inviting than usual, plump and moist, and when his tongue licked across them before dipping to capture yours, you swore your own pulse ceased in its duties.

The way he looked at you when he pulled away after kissing you slowly was curious, a softness and devotion reflecting in his cerulean blues that made your heart beat faster after having just managed to regulate it.

“You look like you've got something to say, Jax,” you breathed, wondering if there would ever be a day that he would say what he felt.

He shrugged, his thumbs stroking your heated face as he tilted his head, looking between your bodies at yours clad in nothing but his kutte, seeing his cum dripping down your thigh.

“I think I'll be leaving this here more often.”

You both laughed as he kissed you again, shuffling forward to push you against the wall where he was able to press his lips to yours as much as he wanted to.

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