Page 30 of My Girl to Use

He gets Levi down in the portable crib without either of them fussing about it—Levi’s used to him now, goes quiet for him faster than he does for me some nights. I used to feel something complicated about that, and now, I just feel it break my heart. Jax straightens, watches him settle, then turns back to me.

He studies me for a second, like he doesn’t believe me, but he doesn’t push. “Come here,” he requests instead.

And I do. Because this is the last time. I don’t tell him that. I just let him pull me in, let myself feel everything fully, completely, like I need to memorize it. The way his arms wrap around me, the way he presses his lips to my hair, the way everything feels safe when I’m this close to him.

“Missed you.”

My throat tightens. “Me too.”

And I mean it. That’s the problem.

The moment lingers, heavy with unspoken words. I can feel the weight of everything pressing down on me. But then hetilts my chin up, and his eyes hold mine, fierce and searching. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

A thrill zips through my body, and I nod, taking his hand as he leads me down the hall. Once inside, he closes the door behind us, and the world outside fades away.

The air is thick with tension, and as I stand there, uncertainty mingles with desire. He steps closer, the heat radiating off him, and I can’t help but shiver in anticipation. Jax’s hands find my waist, pulling me against him, and I feel every inch of his desire pressing into me.

He undresses me fast. And while his hungry eyes rove over me, he strips off his own clothes. His stare leaves goosebumps on my skin. My breathing turns erratic from anticipation as I take in his bare body and hard cock.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he whispers, his voice low and commanding.

I swallow hard, desire flaring in my belly. “I want you to take me, Daddy,” I say, feeling bold, needing him, knowing it’s the last time.

“Good girl,” he replies in a guttural tone, and the words send a rush of warmth through me.

In one swift motion, he spins me around, pressing my front against the wall. The cool surface is a contrast to the heat of his body behind me.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he teases, a playful edge to his voice. I can hear the smirk on his lips, and it ignites something primal within me.

I push back against him, my hips grinding against his, and his breath hitches. “I can handle more than that, Daddy.”

A growl escapes him, and before I know it, his hand comes down on my ass, a sharp slap that sends shockwaves through me. “You want to test me, huh?”

“Yes,” I breathe, the thrill of it closing over me.

He grips my hair, tilting my head back as he leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Then let’s see how much you can take, baby girl.”

The words send a shiver down my spine as he continues to spank me, each strike igniting a fire within me. I moan, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. The mix of pleasure and pain blurring the lines of reality.

And then the tears come, because I’m never going to have this again. His breath over my skin. His hands mapping my body like he owns it. The care underneath all of it—the way even now, even like this, he’s careful with me.

Savor it, Zora,I tell myself.

I swallow my emotion as the thought rises. I need to be completely present.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I feel my heart race at his approval. “Now, turn around.”

I obey, desperate for his touch. He catches my chin again, his eyes dark with lust, then he lifts me. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I do, and he presses me against the wall as he slams his lips over mine. At the same time, he slides his cock along my slit again and again. The dual sensation builds something I can’t hold still under.

His tongue strokes against mine in a tangling mess, and I grab his shoulders, moaning low and intense. I can’t get enough.No matter how deep I make the kiss or how desperately I caress his body all over.

He trails his lips down to my breast, sucking a nipple into his hot, ravenous mouth. “Oh…Daddy,” I whimper, digging my fingers into his back.

He doesn’t let up. He sucks and pulls, alternating between my nipples, teasing at them while dragging his length over my clit. I can’t take it anymore. I’m mindless with the need to put out the heat growing in my belly.

“D-Daddy. I n-need…you.”