Page 15 of False Confidence

He gripped Jasmine’s ass as he stood just enough to turn and sit her on the edge of the bed, kneeling before her. She braced herself on her elbows, looking down at him through long, fluttering lashes, as he hooked his thumbs in the thin purple strings holding her underwear up. He tugged them down slowly, Jasmine lifting herself to help him. Tossing them aside, he finally turned, pushed her thighs apart and got his eyes on her.

And his brain damn near short circuited.

“That one is new,” Jasmine said, her voice breathy. “I got it as an Easter treat for myself.”

Liam eyed the gold bar through her clit and fought the urge to bury his mouth against her. “Christ.”

“Exactly. ’Tis the damn season,” she agreed, and he raised a brow, forcing himself to look away from her piercing and meet her gaze.

“Jasmine.”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think I can wait for our Hallowedding to marry you. You’re too perfect.”

She laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that felt like a hot cup of tea or a warm hug after a shitty day, then raised her left leg and hooked it around his shoulder. “Prove it, baby,” she whispered, and she didn’t need to ask twice.

Liam cursed her name, leaning in and dragging his tongue over her clit, the metal bar surprisingly cool. He pushed her thighs open further, his fingers digging into her skin. Jasmine’s elbows gave way, a gasp escaping her as her body fell back against the bed. Liam couldn’t get near enough, couldn’t consume her enough. None of it came close to how much she’d consumed him for so many years.

He teased her pussy with two fingers, and Jasmine groaned.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

There it was. Liam pressed two fingers inside her and curled them until she cried out. She was so fucking wet, clenching around him. He fucked her with his fingers, licking her clit and toying with her piercing. They’d eaten a five course meal that cost more than a week of Liam’s wages, had top shelf champagne and profiteroles with literal gold leaf, and none of it tasted even a fraction as good as she did, sweet and rich on his tongue.

She sank her hands into his hair. “Liam,” she gasped. “I need your cock inside me now, fuck.”

Liam sank his teeth gently into her clit, and Jasmine sobbed, her body twisting on the edge of the bed. He stood up, her legs dropping to the floor with a gentle thud.

“Up the bed, darling.”

She shuffled back, her whole body flushed scarlet. Liam plucked his wallet from the pocket of his pants on the floor and pulled out the condom he’d tucked away. He crawled up the bed, positioning himself between her open thighs.

Jasmine snagged the condom from his fingers, tearing open the packet and wrapping her fist around his cock, swiping her thumb through the pre-cum glistening at the tip. She brought her thumb to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her lips before she wrapped them around her thumb and licked it clean.

Liam’s body shook with restraint, and she took pity on him, her eyes twinkling as she rolled the condom over his cock. He fisted himself, running his tip all over her, his eyes squeezing shut as it brushed the metal bar and Jasmine cried his name. She dropped her head onto the pillow, her red hair fanning around her like flames.

“Please,” she begged, and Liam took a steadying breath. He leaned in to kiss her until they were both gasping for air, then pushed inside her with their foreheads pressed together.

Fucking hell. Her pussy drew him in, squeezing him so tightly he wasn’t entirely confident in his ability to last all of thirty seconds. And he wasn’t even fully inside her yet. Jesus.

Jasmine pulled her lower lip between her teeth and Liam nudged her nose with his.

“Are you okay?”

“I… I, um…”

“Jasmine, darling. Talk to me,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Do you need me to stop?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” she choked out. She gripped his bicep, her fingers shaking. “You feel so good. More, please.”

Liam twined his fingers with hers, holding her hand against the pillow, and gritted his teeth as he pushed fully inside her, a shuddering breath falling from his mouth as he bottomed out.

“Oh shit,” Jasmine moaned, squeezing his hand in a death grip.

Liam counted as he pulled out, one, two, three, then pushed back into her, making sure she was comfortable. But Jasmine had other ideas, looping her leg around him and pushing impatiently.

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