She twirls around and perches on the edge of the mattress. Slowly and, oh, so fucking teasingly, parting her legs as she places her hands on her knees. “Damn, baby,” I groan. “You know what to do, Jax. Crawl to me and then you can fuck me as hard as you want.” I clench my jaw to suppress the moan that’s trying to break free. Holy shit.
