Hey my readers! Warning: there is smut in this chapter ;). Also, I went back and forth with the pov between Jax and my oc, just a friendly heads up. I hope you enjoy!

Jax undressed me down to my canary yellow with black lace bra and matching g-string so fast, it made my fucking head spin.

Seriously, he must've broke some kind of record.

The only item of clothing I was able to remove from his body was his white t-shirt.

When our already swollen lips finally parted, I set my hands on his firm pecs, pushing him against the door. I dropped to my knees, unfastening his belt and violently popped open his jeans, the button flying into the side of the dresser.

"We can take this to the bed, darlin."

I looked up at my terribly handsome fiance.

"Don't worry, vp. We'll get there."

His jeans fell to his ankles the second I let go of them to grab the hem of his boxers, insanely eager to see his large appendage for the second time. I shimmied his boxers down his legs, his erect cock springing freely.

The graze from his boxers made the tip ooze a stream of pre come. I gripped the base with both hands, licking the tip clean in one long, even stroke. His knees buckled, causing his balance to become unstable for a moment.

"Fuckk, Mel," Jax's head fell back against the door.

My mouth moved to the side of his penis, bringing it down to the base, tonguing and sucking my way back to the tip, repeating my actions twice on each side. My right hand let go of him, gently taking his balls in my grasp.

"Jesus Christ."

Jax shut his eyes so tight, he saw white spots behind his eyes. She didn't even take him in her mouth fully and he was already going to come. He didn't want to come. Not yet, anyways. He didn't want to blow his load like a fucking teenager getting laid for the first time.

"Mel, I can't."

I stopped what I was doing, my hand falling away from kneading his balls.

"Is something wrong? Do you want me to stop?"

He opened his eyes and looked down at me.

"No, I definitely don't want you to stop. It feels fucking incredible. But, you barely got started and I'm about to come."

"Then come. It's not going to stop me from actually sucking your dick."

My reply made him twitch in my left hand, creating more pre come at the tip.

"You see what you're doing to me?"

I smiled, gripping his cock with both hands again.

My mouth stretched over the tip, sucking it with gumption, gliding my tongue along the slit.

Jax's hips started to thrust forward, craving for more.

"Mmm Mel."

I hummed, causing him to shout.

"Fuck!"

Melanie's mother moved her purse onto her shoulder, picking up Abel out of his playpen.

"Come on, handsome. We're going over to grandma Gemma's. We don't need to hear how your parents created you. I don't want you to be traumatized this early in life."

She wrote a quick note on the yellow pad, leaving it on the table, grabbing Mel's car keys before she headed out the door with him.

Jax heard a car pull out of the driveway and smiled.

"I guess your mother's headphones didn't block out the noise."

"I guess not," I replied, taking him in my mouth, feeling him it the back of my throat.

"Mel! Shit!", his fists balled up in my hair, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, doing everything in his will power to not force himself further down my throat.

I began to suck his cock from the base all the way to the tip in a swift, fluid motion.

Jax stopped breathing when I hummed around his entire length as I sucked him closer to his inevitable orgasm. His hips started moving, fucking my mouth slowly.

He must've died and went to heaven. There is no way possible to feel something this good on earth.

My mouth and his hips picked up the pace until he exploded down my throat.

"Fuck Mel, shi.."

I swallowed what he gave me, continuing to give him oral pleasure, letting him ride out the aftershocks.

My mouth let go of him with a loud pop, looking up at him, grinning with confidence, happy I was able to satisfy my guy.

"Your turn," he toed off his sneakers, removing the rest of his clothing shortly after.

Jax pulled me to my feet, undoing my bra with one hand. He lifted me into his arms, dropping us onto the bed with unbelievable force, the mattress hitting the floor, only to bounce back just as hard.

We both chuckled, knowing we were going to have to get a new mattress in the near future.

Jax spread Melanie's legs, looking down to find her g-string stuck to her waxed pussy.

He nearly drooled at the sight alone. He couldn't wait to get his mouth on her.

"You okay, stud?"

"Absolutely,", his pointer and middle finger grazed the soaked fabric of my g-string, rubbing my lower lips.

My lower back arched, yearning to feel more of him.

All of him.

He slid my panties down my legs, dropping them at the foot of the bed. He shifted himself onto his stomach, my legs propped up over his shoulders.

"Just like my dream."

"What," Jax looked up at me.

"You can say I dreamt about this."

"Let's see if I can measure up to my girl's subconscious."

"I don't doubt it."

His mouth latched onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

"Ooh god," my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my head falling back onto the pillows behind me.

"You taste so fucking good, Mel."

As he continued to suck on my clit, he thrusted three fingers into me, the cold metal on his rings created the perfect contrast to my heated center.

"Please don't stop Jax."

As he continued to fuck me with his fingers, he found my g-spot, the tips of his fingers furiously stroking the sensitive nerve. My walls tightened around his fingers, my juices dripping down his fingers to the palm of his hand.

It was music to his ears hearing her moans grow louder and more desperate. He's watched all of her movies, wishing he was in the actor's place, making her lose her mind. Now, here he was, doing just that. Maybe wishes do come true.

He forced his tongue inside me, moving it as deep as it can go, eating me out with such enthusiasm.

I propped myself up on my elbows, wanting to witness the sight in front of me.

His eyes were closed, his hands rubbing the outside of my thighs.

The sight and his skilled actions made my walls begin to contract.

"Baby, I'm about to come."

He didn't respond. He pulled me closer by my thighs, the tip of his nose hitting my clit.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god.."

My hands found the back of his head, shoving his face deeper into my pussy.

My lower body began grinding against his face frantically.

"Jax, fuck!"

My body buckled, the back of my eyes seeing stars. He continued to eat me out, making my body twitch due to the hypersensitivity.

He lifted his head, licking his lips.

"How was that?"

"So much better than my subconscious."

He smiled, crawling up my body, settling between my legs. He lowered his head, giving me a tender kiss on the lips. I moved my hands around his neck deepening the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.

The lowering sun peaked through our curtains, making my engagement ring reflect as my hand played with his long blonde locks.

"You ready, darlin'?"

I nodded.

He reached over to the nightstand, opening the bottom draw for a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth, reaching in between us, sliding the condom onto his cock.

He thrusted his hips forward, plunging himself inside me. We both let out a deep moan, loving how our bodies fit perfectly with one another.

My hands wrapped underneath his arms, my dark purple painted fingernails digging into his tattooed back.

"More, Jax."

"You got it."

He thrusted again, forcing himself deeper inside of me, the headboard knocking against the wall.

The moan I let out made him quicken his pace, the headboard in tune with his powerful thrusts.

He sat up, gripping my hips, slamming into me, the skin of his thighs slapping against the bottom of mine.

"Holy.. uh...", My hands grabbed at my bouncing bare breasts, my moans and comments turning into screams of ecstasy.

We both exchanged smiliar glances, automatically knowing we were both about to come for the second time.

My left hand trailed down to my clit, rubbing at it as he pounded mercilessly into me.

He came first, with me coming within seconds behind him.

He collapsed on top of me, only for me to flip us over so I was on top of him.

I removed the used condom, getting up to throw it away in the bathroom.

"Mel, you coming back?"

I walked back into the room with the small trash can, setting it next to the bed.

"Of course. You think you're up for another round, pun definitely intended," I chuckled.

"Look for yourself."

His cock was hard as stone.

I smiled, grabbing another condom from the draw.

"We should have done that sooner," I commented, my head laying on his sweaty chest, my leg draped over his, the air's scent thick with sex and sweat.

"Absolutely. We should do this at least once a day."

I looked up at him with a frown on my face.

"What?"

"Once a day? Are you out of your damn mind? At least twice a day. A girl has needs."

"If that's the case, why stop at twice? Why not three or four?"

"I love the enthusiasm Jax, but we do have busy lives outside this bedroom. Plus, I like my sleep."

"Good point."

His hand fell to the side of my face, his thumb tracing small circles on my cheek. I lifted myself up, giving him a kiss on the lips.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I climbed out of bed, grabbing one of his many Samcro t-shirts out of the closet, pulling it over my head.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know about you, but I'm fucking starving," I pulled my hair out of his oversized shirt, going to my set of draws to put more clothes on.

His stomach began to growl.

"Yeah, I can eat."

Jax leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a bite of his freshly made mac and cheese cheeseburger.

"Well, what does my man think?"

"Oh my god, that's good. Nowhere near as good as sex with you though," he swallowed his mouthful of food, kissing the side of my head.

"Aww, you're sweet. I'm glad you like it."

Jax smiled, setting his plate down on the counter, exiting the kitchen. He came back with a large hand typed book in his hands.

"What is this?"

"My dad wrote it before he died. It's a look inside my world, and how he wanted to change it. I want you to read it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I am. You're going to be my wife. I don't want you to be in the dark about this part of my life anymore."

He handed me the book, giving me a kiss on the lips.

"Now I see where you got your knack for writing. Like father, like son."

"How'd you.."

"Just because you don't think I see you writing in that journal of yours, doesn't mean I don't actually see you. Plus, your best subject in high school was English before you dropped out. That poem you wrote for me after my dad died won the writing contest that year."

"I should've realized I was crazy about you then. Why I didn't was beyond me."