Page 51 of Pleasure Games

Jasmine wanted to be thoroughly and completely fucked by this man, but she also wanted him to know what to expect—or not to expect—from her. She had been terrified to tell Luca the truth. Had stayed up half the night trying to figure out what to say or whether she should just go on pretending to be someone she wasn’t. But when she saw that box of condoms, she’d known she had to come clean.

Now she was so glad she had. He kissed her. Sweetly. Then he grabbed the box of condoms and led her back to the bedroom.

Her legs felt wobbly as she stood there, watching him hang his leather jacket on the back of a chair. Her knees nearly gave out when he stalked back to her, his hair mussed, his gaze intent, his jaw firm. He yanked her close and threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her head steady for what he was about to do, which was to devour her mouth until she couldn’t breathe. His lips were everywhere. On her lips, on her cheek, in her ear, on her neck, back on her mouth, inside her mouth. Not just kissing but biting and licking, sucking and owning.

She pulled away, not because she wanted to stop but because she needed a moment to catch her breath. After a lungful of air he moved them forward, easing her onto her back, dragging her up onto the comforter beneath him.

“You have driven me crazy from the very first, do you know that?” His words were dark and dangerous as he kneeled above her, gazing at her like he didn’t want to just devour her lips but her entire body.

Yes. Yes, please.

“Knowing you were here in this bedroom last night was torture.” He tugged the front of her top up, taking her bra with it, exposing her bare breasts and licking his lips like she was dinner. “Watching you come was my undoing.” His hands moved to her legs, pushing the skirt up and up until it was gathered at her waist, revealing her white panties.

“Jesus. Are all of your undergarments fucking virginal?” He groaned.

“I like white. And I’m not a virgin.”

He slid his hands up between her legs, parted them and then moved in between. He kneaded her upper thighs, sliding higher until his thumbs reached beneath the lace of her panties. “Do you know that first night I lay on my couch thinking about this? Thinking about the texture of your skin, the taste of your pussy. How soft and wet you’d be.”

Did he mean it? Jasmine didn’t know, but the way he looked at her was intoxicating and made her girl parts tremble with the need to climax.

He caressed over the white lace, slipping fingers under and grunting with pleasure as he explored between her folds.

“I can’t decide if I want to fuck you with these panties on or not.”

A fiery bolt of electricity slammed through her at his suggestion. The idea that he’d shove part of the lace aside and enter her that way was so erotic. God, she loved the way he talked dirty to her.

Her body reacted to his words and his touch, her hips meeting his hands, gyrating against his fingers. Wanting what he was doing but wanting more, too.

“Take them off. Please.”

He granted her wish, but when he revealed the bare skin beneath, it was as if it pained him because something sharp flashed across his features. After tossing the panties to the side, he spread her wide and slid two fingers into her body until his knuckles bumped against her clit. Lowering himself to her side, he observed her expression as he twisted and pulsed inside of her.

“Do you like being finger fucked?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice sounding on the verge of a sob. “I love it.”

There was that expression again. Like this was hurting him.

With her free hand, she smoothed the wrinkle from between his brow and whispered, “Harder. Do it harder. Please.”

He made a low rumbling in his chest but he gave her want she wanted, withdrawing his hand and then slamming his fingers back inside, watching her carefully the whole time.

“Oh, yes!” Her hips flew off the bed. The pressure his fingers created, the friction, the growl he made as he did these things to her. He was enjoying this as much as she was.

“Mon Dieu.”

To Jasmine’s dismay, he pulled his hand away, though what he did next made it okay. Bringing his fingers to his nose, he inhaled deeply before licking them.

But when he pushed one of her legs wider so he could crawl back in between her thighs, she wriggled with the knowledge of what was about to happen. Her favorite thing to fantasize about. The very thing she’d never done before.

Could she do it? Could she let him...?

Too late.

He spread her wide and then buried his head between her thighs, feasting on her. That was the only way to describe it. She grasped his thick hair with both hands. Seeing him there, the top of his head and dark hair positioned between her legs, the feel of his tongue, teasing her clit before sucking on her, his thumbs sharing entry inside of her, was all more than she could take.

“Luca...” she moaned, clutching at his hair. Desperate. “Please.” Please what? She had no fucking clue. She just knew she needed something.

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