Page 111 of Trust Me

It doesn’t work. Her frown deepens, her mocha eyes pinning me where I stand. “Get on the bed,” she orders.

I comply, lying down on my side of the bed.

Jasmine crawls over to me, her curls falling loosely down her shoulders as she straddles my hips. There’s a flicker of playfulness in her gaze as she pins my arms above my head. Of course I’m letting her, because if I wanted to, I could roll her under me in a second flat.

But I’m intrigued, so I’ll let her continue.

Jasmine trails her hands down my arms, over my chest, and across my abs through my sweater. “Keep your hands above your head or else.”

I chuckle because her trying to be intimidating is cute as hell. “Or what?”

She answers with a roll of her hips, grinding her sweet spot against my erection that’s hardening with every roll. “Or I stop doing this.”

I keep my hands above my head, watching her in awe as she grinds herself against me. I enjoy it for about ten seconds. That’s when the need to touch her becomes so powerful that I no longer think this feels good because it’s more like torture.

My hand twitches above me, and she notices. Stilling her hips, she chides me. “Ah, ah, ah, no touching.”

Jasmine then brings her hands up under her shirt, whipping it over her head, along with her bra. Her breasts are fucking perfection, her tan nipples hard and begging to be sucked on. She brings her fingers up to them, tugging and squeezing as she continues to grind against me.

When she releases the sweetest moan, that’s when I snap.

“Dolcezza,” I grunt. “I need to touch you.”

She slows her motions, rocking against me slowly. “Hmm, I thought you needed to touch me earlier?”

“I always do,” I bite out, trying my hardest not to reach for her, pull her pants off, and put her cunt on my face.

Jasmine grins, a devilish curve to her lips. Oh, fuck me. “Maybe next time, you’ll listen to me.” She shrugs, swinging her leg over me as she tries to get off the bed.

Not on my fucking watch.

I sit up and reach for her hips, abruptly pinning her beneath me to the bed, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.

“Elio,” she pants. “I said no touching.”

“Yeah, and I’m done with your little game to try and teach me a lesson. If I want to take care of you, I’m going to take care of you. Sore knee or not.”

Her mocha eyes fire with the need to fight back, which quickly turns into a blaze of need for something else when I grind my erection against her. Within a second, I have her pants and underwear off, her body writhing beneath mine for my touch, and my touch alone.

“If you want to take care of me, come sit on my cock.” My voice cuts through our ragged breaths as I sit back against the headboard.

Jasmine crawls over to me, straddling my waist. Her lips connect with mine wildly, her mouth demanding and taking. It’s fucking sexy seeing her so needy for me. She grinds her arousal against me, looking between us as she grips my cock and continues to rock herself against it, coating it.

The sight nearly makes me lose it right there, because there is nothing hotter than knowing she’s dripping for me.

With one hand on my shoulder, she uses her other hand to guide my cock to what I pray is her entrance. But knowing the mood she’s in, I should’ve guessed differently. Instead, she rubs the tip against her clit, causing her eyes to flutter as she moans.

“Inside. Now,” I grit, with my hands on her hips. I tilt her body then slam her down on my cock.

“Elio!” she whimpers, throwing her head into my neck as I begin moving my hips beneath her.

I usually give her time to adjust, but I’m fucking needy as hell for her right now. My body is moving without even thinking about it.

“You’re massive.” She bites down on my shoulder as I roll my hips upward, only increasing the blood that’s pumping down to my cock.

I smack her ass, moving my hands up to her hips where I start to move them for her. “When you tease me like that, you get to take my cock however I want it. Let the pain remind you that I’m in you so fucking deep. Now, try to be a good little slut and come all over my cock.”

Jasmine finally lifts her head from my neck and nods fervently. Always aspiring to do her best. She begins to ride me, swiveling her hips as she locks her arms around my neck.

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