Page 41 of Pleasure Games

This was her fantasy. Except she wasn’t imagining it; it was happening right here in real time.

Fuck fantasy.

It was time to start living instead of spending so much time wrapped up in her imagination. Without wasting one more second, Jasmine had stripped out of her clothes and left them lying in the hallway. She’d thought for sure Luca would hear her coming into the bathroom so she’d moved straight up to the curtain and pulled it back, only to come face to face with the rawest, sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

Luca was leaning against the wall, naked—a fucking Adonis—with the nicest, hardest cock held firmly in his fist.

Pumping.

She’d blurted, “May I?”

The second Luca had opened his eyes and stood there, all naked and proud, she knew he wouldn’t say no.

And he hadn’t.

Without even thinking about what she was doing, Jasmine dropped to her knees in front of him and took him in her hands. He groaned at her touch. Groaned. Like what she was doing felt good to him. Like he liked it.

God. It made her feel so...powerful.

Wrapping her fingers around him—sweet Jesus, the man was well proportioned—Jasmine tried to mimic his earlier movements. She must have been getting it right, because his stomach muscles contracted as he thrust his hips forward and he muttered darkly in French.

Reality and fantasy merged, and Jasmine didn’t even have to think anymore. She just did. She lifted her face to the spray and opened her mouth, catching water until her mouth was full and leaning forward, guiding Luca into the warm bath between her lips. Displaced water gushed down her chin as she took him in.

The harsh, guttural sounds he made encouraged her to take him deeper, and then deeper still, until she couldn’t breathe. Then slowly, slowly, she withdrew until his tip rested against her lips. She circled the head of him with her tongue; he tasted faintly of lavender soap and man, and it was like nothing she’d experienced before.

Better than her fantasies.

Better than—

“Jasmine...”

She’d never heard her name spoken in that tone before, with reverence, like her name could invoke magic...dark magic. Hazarding a glance up through the spray, Jasmine met Luca’s lust-crazed gaze while she played his cock back and forth across her parted lips.

This was what she wanted. What she’d always dreamed about in a lover. Someone to look at her with absolute desire. She couldn’t get enough. She loved the way his penis pulsed in her fist. She loved the way Luca’s hands had found their way to her hair, threading though her damp tresses and holding on with a ferocity that spoke of carnal need.

She loved the savage grunts he made, seemingly against his will.

Opening her mouth wide, she took him inside again, sucking in a way she hoped matched his ferocity. This time, when she withdrew, she gently dragged her teeth along his length, not caring about whether he liked it or not, but simply doing it because she wanted to.

By his reaction—thrusting his hips toward her—he liked it. So she licked and sucked and trailed her nails up the inside of his thighs, beneath his balls and then down his length and Luca cried out.

“Fuck, woman.” He took hold of his cock and turned himself away. Then he reached down and pulled her to her feet. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

“I thought that was the idea.”

“Non,”he said softly.

Jasmine’s heart would have plummeted from insecurity if not for the obvious flame of desire in his gaze.

“I need to make you come first.”

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