Invitation to Pleasure: Open Invitation, Book 2 by Jasmine Haynes Page A

you’re doing that.”
           “You can do whatever I want you to.” He
backed off her clit to caress between her buttocks, using her own moisture to
slide a fraction inside and create a blaze with a slow, gentle massage. She
didn’t do rear entry, but somehow he made it incredibly sensual. “And do it
now, Virginia.”
           She loved the command in his voice.
Fumbling with his buckle and zipper, she pulled his cock out. He was already
dripping for her, his crown purple with need. She bore down on his finger and
stroked his cock at the same time, squeezing from his base and back up again.
Brett groaned, and another droplet of come glazed his tip.
           “You’re killing me,” he uttered in a deep
growl. “Stop playing and spread your legs for me.”
           His eyes flashed, and he grinned, a
teeth-baring, feral, I-will-consume-you grin. Every thought went out of her
head as he lifted her, spread her legs to rub her pussy along his cock, and set
off sparks in her clitoris. She locked her feet behind his butt. His head
falling back in ecstasy, a low rumble pushed its way past his clenched teeth.
She sucked in a breath at the sheer pleasure, the immense power in his need.
           He bent his knees and rocked against her,
sliding in her moisture. His hot, dark gaze on her turned her insides to
butter.
           “You make me fucking crazy.” He slammed
into her and closed his eyes, a deep groan rising from his belly.
           He’d done a complete one-eighty from the
controlled seducer of their wedding night. Her mind reeled. If this was a
fantasy he wanted to give her, she’d grab onto it with both hands and never let
go.
           “I’m going to make you come. Make you
scream.”
           He thrust into her with a hard, high
stroke, pumped fast and deep, and she lost her senses. The first orgasm rolled
over her without a single preliminary warning. Her pussy contracted around him,
drenched him with her desire, and he took her cries into his mouth.
           He tucked his lips to her neck and
demanded, “Again. Do it again.”
           “Please, please, please.” He didn’t have to
tell her to beg. The plea simply fell from her lips.
           He started a relentless rhythm, his cock
stroking deep, his body rasping against her clitoris. She pushed back against
the door, bracing herself for each thrust. Clutching her bottom, he used his
fingers to spread her, taking his penetration deeper, higher. She tore at her
jacket, pulling the lapels apart to pinch her nipples. A streak of lightning
shot down to their joining, and she blasted off yet again just as she felt him
throb and tighten inside her, filling her with his need, his desire, his very
essence.
           
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           They were on the carpet, a tangle of limbs,
the skin of her thigh soft under the stroke of his fingers. Leaning with a
shoulder against the door, Brett was still encased in her body, steeped in her
scent, and his cock gave a final throb.
           He’d lost his mind inside her. What the
hell had he been thinking? Uncontrollable jealousy and need. Feeling, not
thinking at all. But Jesus, it was so fucking good, he’d do it again in a
heartbeat.
           “Do you think anyone heard?” she whispered,
her breath warm on his throat, her body snug where she’d collapsed atop him.
           “I don’t care.” He’d pounded her against
the door, the wood beating in the frame, and shouted her name in that seemingly
unending moment of pure frenzy. He’d felt her keen of pleasure pulsing in his
gonads.
           She pulled back and put a hand to her hair.
“I must look a fright.”
           The neat knot had fallen, her blond locks
frothing about her face and shoulders. Mascara smudges darkened the skin beneath
her eyes. Her lips were a kissed-to-oblivion cherry despite the lack of
lipstick, and a hickey marred the flesh of her throat. The