I was a very, very very bad girl for what I was going to do with Jax Rush, the man my father trusted to keep his hands off me. Jax’s hands ran down my stomach, leaving lava trails in their paths. Unbuttoning then unzipping my pants, he put one hand down the front of them, his fingers moved over my throbbing pussy. One finger slipped into me as another tickled my clit into a frenzy it had never been in before. Arching my back, pushing my ass against the bulge in his pants, I wanted more, and I wanted it right then. But he was teasing the shit out of me. Moving his hips in a way that mimicked fucking, I went out of my mind with the need to feel him inside of me. “Please,” I moaned. He didn’t say a thing, just kept tormenting my pussy with one hand, then slid the other under my shirt, pushing the bra up to expose one tit. My nipple was already hard as a rock when he rolled it between two of his fingers. Easing his hand out of my pants, he moved the one playing with my tit down, taking me by the waist then moving me over to face the couch. “Hands on the cushion, don’t move them until I tell you that you can.” Leaning over, I put my hands on the cushion,holding my breath as I heard the sound of his zipper sizzling down. As if the sprinkler system inside of me had gone off, I grew even wetter than he’d made me before. Tugging my pants down to let them fall around my ankles, he then caressed my ass before popping it nice and hard.