Lawless Part 5

The range. You don’t let jealousy choke you here. But Jia watches her lover disappear between another woman’s thighs and the quiet fury starts to boil. She needs that heat. Needs it to burn the doubt off her skin. Alex waits. Cock already heavy, glistening where the other mouth left it wet. Jia drops to her knees without ceremony. She takes him straight down her throat, no build-up, just slick heat and the greedy drag of her lips. She works him deeper, gag reflex fading, until her nose presses his stomach and spit strings from her chin. She comes up gasping, lips swollen, then dives again. He pulls her onto his face, hips lifting into her mouth while his tongue parts her bush and finds every fold. They twist into each other, sixty-nine, tongues and throats moving in the same rhythm. The redhead rides his face harder when he groans. Each swallow drags another inch past her tonsils. Each lick from him makes her hips stutter. She grips the base, angles him just right, and takes the rest until her eyes water and her throat flutters around the thick length. It isn’t forgiveness. It’s proof. She came to claim what’s hers, and she’s claiming it one swallow at a time.