Free Maid For You - A Cinderella Love Story by Paisley Lang Page B

but the next second, I feel a slight pressure on my hip and hear the tear of my panties.
    “Sorry, baby, I’ll replace them.”
    Then he bends his head and with his thumbs, he spreads me open and uses the tip of his tongue to touch down on my sensitive bundle of nerves.
    “Oh…my…God, Jax.” I’m panting and squirming underneath him as I grip his head.
    “I’ve been thinking about how you’d taste, Ava,” he growls against me. “I’ve jerked off countless times imagining this moment.”
    I hear myself moan and I bite down on my lip to remember to be quiet. “No one’s…ever… done this before…”
    He growls again, low in his throat. “God, I could eat you all day…you’re so fucking sweet.” He pushes my lips apart and dips a finger inside me. The pleasure is intense and I arch my back. “So damn tight.”
    “Jax….I can’t…please, I’m going to come.”
    My hips involuntarily rock against his lips and he continues to suck on my clit while he massages my insides with his finger. I dig my nails into his shoulders and my body spirals out of control and into orbit. My orgasm rips through me with unexpected intensity, white-hot and stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. I shudder and pulse against his finger, my breathing erratic and out of control. I take several deep breaths and he gently releases my legs.
    “Fuck, Ava...”
    My legs feel like jelly and I’m trying to find my equilibrium.
    Like a cold bucket of water that’s splashed over my head, I pull my legs together. Reality and the consequences of my actions spoil the moment and I back away, grabbing my torn panties, unable to look him in the eye.
    “Ava. Stop.”
    I scramble away and grab my dress, shaking my head.
    “I’m sorry, Jax…we should’ve never done this…”
    “Don’t walk away, Kitten. Please. Stay…let’s talk.”
    I shake my head again. What have I done?
    “Goodnight, Jax.”
    I stop to pick up the bottle of tequila and slip on my dress. I’m shivering now and all I want is the safety of my room.
    I can’t look back because all I see is hurt and confusion in his eyes.

    T hat night , I toss and turn. My dreams are filled with Jax. I dreamed I was going to a party and all dressed up, I was ready to meet him inside. Walking into the room, I scanned and finally spotted him towards the back. As I got closer, I noticed Olivia and the other girls surrounding him, laughing at his jokes. My breath hitched. He looked so handsome dressed in his tux, with his dark hair gelled back. The tux looked custom-made, as it fit him to perfection. I ached to have his arms around me.
    I called out to him, smiling, hoping he’d be just as happy to see me, but he didn’t respond. I tried again and again, becoming distressed, but he chose to ignore me, instead flirting with the other girls. I didn’t understand what was happening and spun around in confusion, trying to attract some attention, but everyone continued to ignore my presence. It was almost as if I were a ghost.
    They all rejected me.

    I awake with a headache , the events of the early hours crashing down on me. Oh God, I can still feel his incredible tongue on me, and my body begins to tingle in response. “ I’m gonna give you the best orgasm of your life, Ava Cortes.” Jax’s words repeat over and over and I stuff my head under the pillow. I had no right to be feeling this when everything about last night screamed wrong.
    Forbidden.
    Trouble.
    But it felt amazing, a little voice reminds me. I’d never been kissed so passionately and the way my body reacted to his, craving him, was an entirely new experience too.
    What was going to happen now? I curse silently, tossing and turning, and finally give up on the idea of sleeping in. Thankfully, it’s my day off work and I treat myself to a leisurely shower.
    A rapid knock on my door comes just as I’m brushing out my hair.
    “Morning, mija. How are you feeling?”
    I replace the hairbrush on the side of my