Page 81 of Broken Pact

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he devours me. I moan, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure escaping my lips. My hands fly to his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. He takes his time, savoring every moment, every taste, every reaction.

The pressure builds inside me, a tight coil ready to snap.

Time has no meaning right now. If I thought he kissed me like a man starved, it’s nothing compared to the way he devours my pussy. He licks, nibbles, and sucks on every single inch of me, leaving me utterly wrecked and ruined. And when he slides two fingers inside of me, curling them to hit that secret spot, I swear I see stars. Whole galaxies appear behind my closed lids as pleasure unlike anything else overwhelms me.

It seeps into my pores, barrels down my throat and expands my lungs until I can’t draw breath. He presses against my g-spot, hitting it over and over and over again as he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.

It’s a relentless assault. The kind of thing that could get a woman addicted. And there’s a tiny kernel of worry writhing inside of me, a deep sense of premonition that this man is going to absolutely wreck me.

I can’t hold back anymore. The pleasure is too intense, too consuming. “Jasper,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I’m going to come soon.”

“That’s it, baby. Come on my tongue for me,” he mutters into my pussy.

I lift my head long enough to see his face just glistening with my arousal. It’s so goddamn hot, I don’t think I’ll ever forget the image for as long as I live.

His fingers thrust into me harder, faster, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. His tongue flicks over my clit, sending electric shocks through my body. The platform beneath us rocks with our movements, the water slapping against the sides in a soothing rhythm that contrasts the wild storm brewing inside me.

And then I’m falling, free-falling into the abyss of pleasure. My orgasm crashes over me, a wave of pure ecstasy that leaves me breathless. I cry out his name, my voice echoing across the lake, and I don’t care who hears. All that matters is this moment, this perfect, beautiful moment of bliss.

Jasper doesn’t stop. His mouth and fingers work in perfect harmony, drawing out my pleasure until I’m a trembling, gasping mess. When he finally pulls away, I collapse onto the platform, completely spent. My heart is racing, my skin flushed, a low, disbelieving laugh flowing from me.

I open my eyes in time to see Jasper pull himself from the water like some kind of sea god, all dark eyes and soaking wet. I sit up, and we meet in the middle, our mouths crashing together like we’re being pulled together by an invisible force.

I pull away first, my heart hammering inside my chest as an idea sparks. “Take me back, Jasper.”

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JASPER

The taste of her lingers on my lips, a sweet, intoxicating flavor that I can’t get enough of. I feel fucking drunk on her, like every kiss, every touch is a shot of lust straight to my veins. It’s the kind of thing that sticks with you, embedding itself in your senses and making it impossible to think of anything else.

The cooler is packed in record time—hell, I’m barely aware of what I’m doing. All I can think about is the way she felt around me, warm and tight and so goddamn perfect.

I’m so fucked.

She holds the power to be my downfall and my greatest reward. And she very well might be both.

There was a part of me that was convinced I’d put her on an unreachable pedestal in my mind—something unattainable and safe. But as soon as I tasted her, I knew I was right.

She brings out the basest parts of me, drawing unfamiliar traits to the surface effortlessly. That possessive, obsessive beast inside of me prowls underneath my skin, chanting her name. I don’t know how I’m expected to go back to not touching her after that.

Coraline’s gaze tracks my every move, a teasing glint in her eyes that sends all kinds of dirty thoughts through my consciousness. She’s standing in the center of the platform, the fabric of my tee clinging to her damp skin and flashing me that tantalizing curve of her tits through the cutout holes. I can’t stop the surge of possessiveness at the sight of her a little undone, at the knowledge that I put that dazed sort of look in her eyes.

I palm my painfully hard cock through my swim trunks and heft the cooler into the rowboat. I step in the boat and turn toward her, extending a hand to help her in the boat.

Her fingers skim my forearm, a light touch that sends a jolt straight to my groin. Fuck, she’s gonna be the death of me. I settle her into the boat, trying to focus on anything other than the way her eyes are devouring me and the way my cock throbs with approval.

Every move she makes, every glance she throws my way, is like gasoline on a fire. I push off from the dock, my hands gripping the oars. But she’s not making this easy.

She knows exactly what she’s doing as she plays with the cutout sleeve of her tee. Running her finger along the rough hem, enough that I can almost see her nipple.

“You tryin’ to kill me, baby?”

Her gaze zeroes in on my cock straining against the fabric, her tongue peeking out between her lips. “You look like you’re doing okay to me.”

I exhale a chuckle and start rowing. “Baby, you have no idea. I almost came in my pants just from the taste of your sweet pussy.”

Her brows rise and she leans forward, planting her palm on my thigh. Her hand slides up my leg, her fingers ghosting over my cock. “You almost came just from eating me out?”

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