Page 82 of Broken Pact

I grit my teeth, the oars slowing their rhythm as I fight to keep control. “Baby,” I warn, my voice a low growl. I try to think about mundane shit like the history of the lake and the glaciers and whatever else will stop me from coming in my pants from a single brush of her fingers.

The boat glides smoothly across the lake, the rhythmic sound of the oars slicing through water a soothing backdrop to the storm of lust swirling in my chest.

She looks up at me all doe-eyed like her fingertips aren’t trailing over the length of me. “Jasper,” she mocks, using the same tone I did.

I try to focus on rowing, but it’s damn near impossible when she’s teasing me like this. She shifts forward, kneeling on the boat between my legs. Her soft palms glide up my thighs, her hands tunneling under the fabric without hesitation.

“Jesus Christ.” A low growl rumbles in my chest as she wraps her hand around me, stroking me with a firm grip. My arms slow their movement, the oars dipping lazily in the water as her touch sends shockwaves through my body.

She drags her fingers over me as much as she can from this position. It doesn’t take long before she readjusts, pulling her hands free and tugging down my waistband. My cock springs free, hard and aching, the tip leaking pre-cum.

“I forgot how big you are,” she murmurs. Her gaze darkens to a blue so deep, it’s like staring into the darkest depths of the ocean. She wraps her hand around my cock once more.

“Harder, baby. You’re not gonna hurt me,” I grunt, my fingers aching to touch her.

The hunger in her gaze sends a fresh haze of desire over my vision. She tightens her hold around my cock, giving me a slow, teasing stroke. My abs clench as pleasure ripples through my body, tearing out a low groan.

My arms slow, the oars dipping in and out of the water haphazardly. I steal a glance at the shore, but we’re still too far away for any real privacy. The idea of someone seeing us, of witnessing her hand wrapped around my cock, it turns me on as much as it makes me want to tear out their eyes. It’s a fucking weird combination.

Her tongue darts out, licking her lips as she lowers her head without a word.

Goddamnit, she is trying to kill me.

My breath freezes inside my lungs when she takes me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. My vision goes fuzzy around the edges, pleasure shooting through every nerve ending like I just stuck my finger in the light socket.

I’m lost in the warm, wet heat of her mouth. I grip the oars tighter, trying to keep us steady, but she’s making it damn near impossible to focus.

My girl hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. They draw up tight, and my hips jerk involuntarily, pushing deeper into her mouth. She pulls back, her eyes locking onto mine and I swear to fuck, she looks smug as hell. I’ll fucking give it to her though, because she’s working me so good, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.

The boat rocks beneath us, a reminder of just how exposed we are. She doesn’t seem to care, her fingers dancing over my balls as she takes me in again, deeper this time.

I can’t hold back the grunt that rumbles from my chest. “Fuck, baby,” I mutter, my voice rough with need. “You gonna swallow my cum like a good girl?”

She hums again, quickening her pace. Her mouth and hand work in perfect harmony, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I look down at her, my eyes drawn to the sight of her lips stretched around my cock. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

We’re halfway to shore when she pulls off, her eyes dark with lust. “Fuck my face, Jasper,” she says, her voice husky and low.

I don’t know how to explain what happens next. The way this raw, primal part of me rises to the surface. I dock the oars and stand up, ignoring the boat as it sways dangerously beneath us.

“You sure, baby?”

She squirms a little, shifting her hips from side to side and looking up at me. “I’m sure.”

My fingers trail over the side of her face, my thumb pressing against the freckle on the side of her lip. “Open up, baby. Show me how much you like the feeling of my cock in your mouth.”

Her chest rises and falls quickly, like she’s getting just as turned on. “Make me.”

I arch a brow, raking my teeth over my bottom lip as I stare at my beautiful, defiant girl. “Alright.”

I press the pad of my thumb into her bottom lip, opening her mouth. She’s practically panting, her breath hot against my skin. I wrap my other hand around my cock, squeezing it as I give it a few lazy strokes, keeping her mouth open. I guide my dick past her parted lips, and she opens wider, flattening her tongue.

I thrust shallowly at first, my hands sinking into her hair. She hums around my cock, her eyes fluttering closed like she’s enjoying this as much as I am. She sinks back onto her heels, and I start fucking her mouth.

The boat rocks with our movements, the water slapping against the sides in a rhythmic cadence. I glance around, the thrill of being caught only heightening the experience.

“Anyone could be watching right now, baby. Does it turn you on knowing someone is watching you suck my cock like such a good girl?”

She moans around me, her fingers slipping between her legs. The sight sends a bolt of lust through me, my cock throbbing in her mouth.

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