Chapters (123)
- DELAY OF GAME
- Copyright
- Dedication
- PRE-GAME
- PRE-GAME
- FIRST QUARTER
- FIRST QUARTER
- 1. Blaire
- Blaire
- 2. Axel
- Axel
- 3. Blaire
- Blaire
- 4. Axel
- Axel
- 5. Blaire
- Blaire
- 6. Axel
- Axel
- 7. Blaire
- Blaire
- 8. Blaire
- Blaire
- 9. Axel
- Axel
- 10. Blaire
- Blaire
- 11. Axel
- Axel
- 12. Blaire
- Blaire
- SECOND QUARTER
- SECOND QUARTER
- 13. Axel
- Axel
- 14. Blaire
- Blaire
- 15. Axel
- Axel
- 16. Blaire
- Blaire
- 17. Blaire
- Blaire
- 18. Blaire
- Blaire
- 19. Blaire
- Blaire
- 20. Blaire
- Blaire
- 21. Blaire
- Blaire
- 22. Axel
- Axel
- 23. Blaire
- Blaire
- 24. Axel
- Axel
- 25. Axel
- Axel
- 26. Blaire
- Blaire
- 27. Blaire
- Blaire
- 28. Axel
- Axel
- 29. Blaire
- Blaire
- THIRD QUARTER
- THIRD QUARTER
- 30. Blaire
- Blaire
- 31. Axel
- Axel
- 32. Blaire
- Blaire
- 33. Axel
- Axel
- 34. Blaire
- Blaire
- 35. Blaire
- Blaire
- 36. Blaire
- Blaire
- 37. Blaire
- Blaire
- 38. Axel
- Axel
- 39. Blaire
- Blaire
- FOURTH QUARTER
- FOURTH QUARTER
- 40. Blaire
- Blaire
- 41. Blaire
- Blaire
- 42. Blaire
- Blaire
- 43. Axel
- Axel
- 44. Axel
- Axel
- 45. Blaire
- Blaire
- 46. Blaire
- Blaire
- 47. Axel
- Axel
- 48. Blaire
- Blaire
- 49. Axel
- Axel
- 50. Axel
- Axel
- 51. Blaire
- Blaire
- 52. Blaire
- Blaire
- POST-GAME WRAP-UP
- POST-GAME WRAP-UP
- Afterword
- Acknowledgments
- About Author
- Also By Jade
I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him down onto me, a thin layer of sweat already forming between our bodies. “I love you, too, Axel.” He pushed all the way into me in a single hard stroke, and we both groaned before his lips took mine in a bruising kiss. Then he was driving forcefully into me, and I cried out into his mouth as his thick crown stroked me exactly where I needed him. I swear to God, this man had the exact GPS coordinates for my G-spot, and he hit it every damn time.
“You’re so. Fucking. Hot,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a slick, deep thrust into my core.
I clenched my eyes tightly shut as I started to come, pressing my face against his shoulder. “Ax baby, I’m coming. So. Hard. God, yes!” I was clutching him with my arms and legs as he rode out my orgasm with deliberate, powerful thrusts, all the colors of a kaleidoscope flashing against the dark backdrop of my eyelids as the climax overtook my body.
He kissed the side of my face, and I could feel him smiling. He smiled every time I came. I think he enjoyed my orgasms more than he did his own. “Damn, that was so good, Axel,” I panted against his shoulder.
He sat back on his heels and hauled me up against him like I weighed nothing. “Ride me, sweetheart,” he urged as his big hands gripped my hips and guided me up and down his length. “God, Blaire. Yes, baby. Fuck me with that tight little pussy.” He was slamming me down onto him as he thrust upward to meet me, and I rested my face in the crook of his neck, licking and sucking his salty skin frantically as we pounded against each other. “I missed you so much, Blaire,” Ax whispered.
“I missed you, too. God, you’re so deep inside me, Ax,” I moaned as I stroked my hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles bunch with every movement. Then I squeezed his rock-hard biceps and felt my pussy start to clench. Axel Fucking Broxton was hands down the champion of arm porn fantasies. I could almost come just by looking at his huge biceps and thick forearms. Add that to his dick pummeling my cervix, and I was tossed directly into the throes of another killer orgasm.