Page 80 of Broken Pact

I lean into his hold, widening my legs to get closer to him. Defiance pins my shoulders back and I look at him. I don’t know how to articulate what I need from him, so I silently beg him with my gaze.

His gaze roams over my face, his top lip curling into a smirk. “Alright, baby.”

With a gentle but firm pressure, he nudges me back onto the platform, his palm trailing down my body to settle right above my throbbing core.

I lay back all too willingly. The sun sears my eyes, and I slam them closed, throwing an arm over my face. A thought occurs to me then, one I’m surprised I didn’t realize earlier.

“Jasper?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Do you have, uh, neighbors here?” The idea opens up a deep well of arousal.

He chuckles as his thumb presses against my clit through the fabric. A whimper slips out before I can stop it. The sound of my own voice, needy and desperate, makes my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“And if I say yes?” He draws soft, slow circles around my clit, and my breath hitches inside my chest, trapped.

I widen my legs further, feeling that burn in my hips as I stretch them. The idea of people watching him play with my pussy turns me on like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

“What if I tell you they’re watching me touch this pretty little pussy right now?” His voice is low and rough, dripping with desire. “Watching you make a mess on my fingers.”

I gasp as his thumb increases its pressure, my hips rising to meet his touch. The thought of unknown eyes on my body, witnessing the way he touches me, sends a shiver down my spine.

I moan, the sound loud in the quiet summer air. “I want them to watch,” I gasp out, the words tumbling from my lips before I can stop them.

Jasper growls low in his throat, his free hand gripping my hip possessively. “Just remember, they can watch. But no one can touch you but me. You’re mine, Coraline.”

I swallow hard, my mind a haze of desire and frustration. I want to object, to deny his claim just to keep some semblance of control. But the truth is, I do want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

And maybe part of me wants to belong to him too. And the longer he teases me, the harder it is to pretend otherwise.

I push to my elbows and meet his gaze, my eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and longing. “Prove it.”

His eyes flare with victory, and he doesn’t waste a second. He pulls my panties aside, exposing me to the warm summer air. The cool breeze against my heated skin sends a shiver through me, and I suck in a breath, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

His gaze drops to my exposed pussy, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “God fucking damn, baby. If this isn’t the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.” His words are hushed reverence, like he doesn’t even know he’s talking.

He drags his fingers through my arousal, once, twice, three times before he sinks two fingers inside of me.

I groan and collapse back onto the platform, my eyes falling shut at the sensation of being filled. His other hand comes into play, parting me and exposing my clit. I don’t understand how it feels like he’s everywhere all at once, but I don’t fucking care.

It feels too good to let my brain do its thing and overthink everything. My hips start rocking without my permission, rolling into him as he leisurely fucks me with his fingers.

The platform rocks gently beneath us, reminding me of how exposed we are. The thrill of possibly being caught only heightens my excitement, making my pulse race.

Pleasure races down my back, tingles in my toes and tightens my muscles. Jesus, Christ, I don’t remember it feeling this good. Why—why does it feel this good?

I curl up, my hand reaching out blindly, sinking into his forearm. “I need . . .”

“Tell me what you need, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

I struggle to articulate the words, a band of embarrassment still holding me back. “I need . . . more. I want your mouth, Jasper,” I manage to gasp out, my fingers digging into his forearm as a wave of pleasure crashes over me.

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbles from his chest. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval.

The heat in his gaze is enough to set me ablaze, and when his mouth descends on me, all thoughts of pretending are blown away. Jasper’s tongue moves with expert precision, teasing and tormenting, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Goddamn, Coraline. You taste so fucking delicious,” he groans out.

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