Page 90 of Broken Pact

I want to gobble the words back as soon as they leave my mouth. We no longer have the cover of darkness to protect our secrets. And I’m worried everything will change under the morning’s first rays of sunlight.

His thumb strokes my cheekbone, his eyes searching mine. “Me too, baby, probably more than I should.”

Jasper gets out of bed, stretching with a lazy, satisfied smile. He pads to the bathroom, and I hear the faint sounds of the water running. A few minutes later, he returns, leaning against the doorframe with a curious look.

“You’re up early,” he says, arching an eyebrow. “Got somewhere to be?”

I nod, my heart fluttering. “I have to go into the bakery today, but first, I want to do one more thing.” There’s an underlying urgency in me today, like I’m living in some kind of Cinderella time warp and the clock is ticking until this all blows up and Jasper turns into a pumpkin again.

Jasper’s eyes darken with interest, and he pushes off the doorframe, sauntering over to the bed. “Give me a kiss, then tell me your big plan,” he says, coming down over me, bracing his arms on either side of my head.

Without hesitation, I pull him down, our lips meeting in a slow, heated kiss. His mouth is warm and inviting, and I lose myself in the sensation of him, the taste of mint and something uniquely Jasper. He deepens the kiss, his hand tangling in my hair as he tilts my head back for better access.

He rolls us over, and suddenly, I’m on top, straddling his hips. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my waist with a possessive urgency that sends a thrill through me. We make out for a few blissful moments, the heat between us building until it feels like I might combust.

Without warning, Jasper palms my waist and hoists me up so I’m perched above him. My hands fly to the headboard to steady myself. “What are you doing?” I gasp, my voice breathless.

He smirks, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks up at me. “Having breakfast,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down to my thighs. His touch is firm, possessive.

And I fucking love it.

Jasper’s hands grip my hips as he dips his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can’t help the soft moan that escapes my lips. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my skin.

He palms my legs, spreading them wider as he settles between them. He hooks his thumb around my panties, and his tongue flicks out, teasing me. My back arches, my hands white-knuckling the headboard to stay upright. The feeling is electric, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure as he explores me with his mouth.

“Mm, the most important meal of the day,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue around and around my clit.

It’s a slow, sensual torture, and I’m lost in the sensation, my body trembling with need. Jasper is relentless, his mouth working me over with a skilled precision that has me panting and writhing above him. He grips my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he holds me in place and fucks me with his tongue.

The tension builds inside me, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and I can’t hold back the desperate plea that escapes my lips. “Jasper, please.”

He pulls back, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory glint. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you need,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire.

“I want to come with you inside me,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

The words hang in the air between us, heavy with the promise of what’s to come.

Jasper’s eyes darken further, and without another word, he flips us over, positioning himself between my legs. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I reach for his cock blindly, my hand diving underneath his sweatpants and boxer briefs until I feel the length of him.

God, has he somehow gotten bigger since yesterday?

The fleeting thought that he’s too big scampers across my consciousness, my muscles tensing.

He pulls back far enough to look at me. “What’s wrong, baby? Your pace, remember?”

I lick my lips and nod a few times, my fingers flexing around his cock. Jesus, they just barely touch around the width of him. “I know, but god, Jasper, your dick is big.”

He chuckles, the sound all masculine satisfaction. “You tryin’ to make me harder, baby? Because it’s working.” He nips along my jaw.

“Shut up,” I chastise him softly, rolling my eyes. Not that he even sees it with his face buried in the crook of my neck, his tongue laving my pulse point. “But seriously. I’m starting to get a little worried you’re too big.”

The confession makes me feel silly and small. Inexperienced. Which is ridiculous for a few different reasons, namely he’s been inside me before. But I guess I forgot how big he was? I don’t know—he just seems so much bigger now. Like some kind of dick optical illusion. Also, this man’s face was literally just in my pussy.

He pulls back, his hands palming either side of my face and his gaze scanning me. “Baby. You sucked my cock like it was one of your vegan ice cream pops yesterday.”

A slow smile spreads across my face when I realize he’s referencing the photo I posted on my socials a couple days ago. I start stroking that big dick of his again. “It’s different.”

“Your hand, your mouth. This perfect fucking cunt,” he says, slipping his hand between us and sinking two fingers deep inside me. A broken moan tumbles from my lips at the sudden fullness. “They’re all made to take my cock, baby. Every inch.”

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