erection.
“Christ,” he groans, thrusting into my hand. I can’t help the huge grin that spreads my face at the feeling of power it gives me. Every movement of my hand, every stroke of my fingers makes him twitch, thrust and suck in hissing breaths.
“Fucking hell,” he says, kissing me again. Then he’s pushing my skirt up around my hips and discovering the secret I’ve been sitting on all night.
“Why, Susie, you seem to be missing something,” he says with a wolfish grin, trailing one finger tip along my lips, parting them just enough to find my eager wetness.
“You’re talking too much,” I gasp, pulling him forward, wrapping my legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to have all of him. “Fuck me, Jasper.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jasper
“F uck me, Jasper,” those three little words are enough to drive me absolutely insane. For all I’ve thought about it, I never expected Susie to be so receptive, so eager.
“A gentleman never makes a lady wait,” I say, pressing the tip of my cock against her entrance. She wriggles and squirms, trying to take all of me.
My lips trail along her neck, her collarbone, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her. Her skin is like heated silk, so soft under my fingertips, so hot with need.
“But I’m no gentleman,” I growl, my fingers finding her clit with quick short strokes.
Her back arches, her honey hair nearly touching the countertop as she throws her head back with a moan. I feel her pussy contract, trying to pull me in as I barely press my cock against her. Her legs tremble with every little movement of my fingers against her clit and soon she’s panting.
I slide my finger around and around her clit, drawing it out, watching her leg quake with every pass.
She’s so beautiful there. Flushed with need, arched and spread open for me.
I lean in and take a nipple between my teeth, sliding my cock against her until she’s grinding on me.
“Damn it, Jasper, please ,” she groans, her nails clawing at my shoulders, desperate to pull me closer.
“Since you’ve asked so nicely,” I say, burying myself within her in one swift stroke.
We cry out together, both overwhelmed by the intensity and ferocity between us.
Susie looks like she’s on another planet. Every time I thrust into her, her eyes roll back a little more, her voice gets a little more strangled.
“Dear god, Susie, you feel incredible,” I mutter against her neck, taking her hard and fast.
She’s got all of her limbs wrapped around me, making these wonderful little gasping, moaning noises, but all I can focus on is the sweet wet warmth wrapped around my cock.
It feels so right. So perfect. Like my cock was just made for her.
I don’t know how I ever made it through life without this. How I ever thought any other woman was even enjoyable when compared to Susie.
I don’t have the spare mental capacity to realize it at this moment, but somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I know she’s ruining me for all others. There’s no going back from this.
No replacing Susie.
As hot as it is to fuck her right there on the kitchen counter, I can’t get the right angle. I want to ruin her the way she’s ruining me. And to do that, we’ll have to move.
I’m kissing her like I need the breath from her lungs to stay alive, our heartbeats in sync, every throb of my iron-hard cock echoed by a delightful little spasm in her pussy.
Utterly ruined .
I carry her to the bedroom, still impaled on me and she whimpers, clinging to me with all she’s got. Our tongues tangle in a frantic need to be one with each other. Like all of this sexual tension we’ve been holding onto, all the teasing and denial just vanishes and pent up need explodes through us.
I lay her on the bed, running my hands along the length of her smooth legs, pulling one ankle up, over my shoulder as I press into her further.
“Oh! Jasper!” she cries as I lean in to kiss her again.
“You’re going to cum for me,
“Christ,” he groans, thrusting into my hand. I can’t help the huge grin that spreads my face at the feeling of power it gives me. Every movement of my hand, every stroke of my fingers makes him twitch, thrust and suck in hissing breaths.
“Fucking hell,” he says, kissing me again. Then he’s pushing my skirt up around my hips and discovering the secret I’ve been sitting on all night.
“Why, Susie, you seem to be missing something,” he says with a wolfish grin, trailing one finger tip along my lips, parting them just enough to find my eager wetness.
“You’re talking too much,” I gasp, pulling him forward, wrapping my legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to have all of him. “Fuck me, Jasper.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jasper
“F uck me, Jasper,” those three little words are enough to drive me absolutely insane. For all I’ve thought about it, I never expected Susie to be so receptive, so eager.
“A gentleman never makes a lady wait,” I say, pressing the tip of my cock against her entrance. She wriggles and squirms, trying to take all of me.
My lips trail along her neck, her collarbone, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her. Her skin is like heated silk, so soft under my fingertips, so hot with need.
“But I’m no gentleman,” I growl, my fingers finding her clit with quick short strokes.
Her back arches, her honey hair nearly touching the countertop as she throws her head back with a moan. I feel her pussy contract, trying to pull me in as I barely press my cock against her. Her legs tremble with every little movement of my fingers against her clit and soon she’s panting.
I slide my finger around and around her clit, drawing it out, watching her leg quake with every pass.
She’s so beautiful there. Flushed with need, arched and spread open for me.
I lean in and take a nipple between my teeth, sliding my cock against her until she’s grinding on me.
“Damn it, Jasper, please ,” she groans, her nails clawing at my shoulders, desperate to pull me closer.
“Since you’ve asked so nicely,” I say, burying myself within her in one swift stroke.
We cry out together, both overwhelmed by the intensity and ferocity between us.
Susie looks like she’s on another planet. Every time I thrust into her, her eyes roll back a little more, her voice gets a little more strangled.
“Dear god, Susie, you feel incredible,” I mutter against her neck, taking her hard and fast.
She’s got all of her limbs wrapped around me, making these wonderful little gasping, moaning noises, but all I can focus on is the sweet wet warmth wrapped around my cock.
It feels so right. So perfect. Like my cock was just made for her.
I don’t know how I ever made it through life without this. How I ever thought any other woman was even enjoyable when compared to Susie.
I don’t have the spare mental capacity to realize it at this moment, but somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I know she’s ruining me for all others. There’s no going back from this.
No replacing Susie.
As hot as it is to fuck her right there on the kitchen counter, I can’t get the right angle. I want to ruin her the way she’s ruining me. And to do that, we’ll have to move.
I’m kissing her like I need the breath from her lungs to stay alive, our heartbeats in sync, every throb of my iron-hard cock echoed by a delightful little spasm in her pussy.
Utterly ruined .
I carry her to the bedroom, still impaled on me and she whimpers, clinging to me with all she’s got. Our tongues tangle in a frantic need to be one with each other. Like all of this sexual tension we’ve been holding onto, all the teasing and denial just vanishes and pent up need explodes through us.
I lay her on the bed, running my hands along the length of her smooth legs, pulling one ankle up, over my shoulder as I press into her further.
“Oh! Jasper!” she cries as I lean in to kiss her again.
“You’re going to cum for me,
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