SKYLAR

The friction of Jax’s denim against my soaking entrance was a slow-burn torture that I couldn't endure for another second. My body was like a live wire, sparking with every rhythmic grind of his hips as he simultaneously sucked my nipple.

I reached down, my fingers trembling as I clawed desperately at his waistband, my voice a broken rasp. I needed to feel all of him without any barriers.

"Get them off," I sobbed. "Jax, please. I need you inside me right now. Please."

I couldn't believe how desperate I sounded. I was begging the man my mom had hired to fix her broken pipes to fuck me right...