Page 91 of Broken Pact

His fingers pump slowly, stretching me, preparing me for what's to come. My walls flutter around him as he curls his fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

“That’s it, baby. Get nice and wet for me,” he rasps, his voice strained.

My breath comes in shallow pants as he works me with his fingers, stoking the fire inside me higher and higher.

“Jasper,” I moan, my hips rocking against his fingers. My own hand matches his rhythm, a mirrored movement.

He withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. It should be illegal to be this fucking hot.

“Your cunt is the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted, baby. Sweet and perfect. And all mine,” he growls the last few words.

He sheds his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one swift motion, his thick cock springing free. My mouth waters at the sight of him rolling a condom down his nearly ten inch cock. I don’t even know where he grabbed the condom from, but I’m grateful he had the forethought to remember. Because I fear I’m too lustdrunk.

Jasper holds my gaze as he hooks his fingers in my panties and drags them down my legs, tossing them aside. Then he’s settling between my thighs, the broad head of his cock nudging against my entrance.

"Look at me, baby," he commands softly.

I open my eyes, meeting his heated gaze. Slowly, so slowly, he pushes inside me, stretching and filling me inch by delicious inch. My breath catches at the exquisite fullness, my body accommodating his girth.

He stills when he bottoms out inside me, letting me adjust to his size. His brow furrows in concentration, his jaw clenched tight like he’s struggling not to fuck me hard.

I can feel every inch of him, thick and hard, pulsing with need.

"Fuck, baby," he grinds out. "You're so goddamn tight."

I clench around him experimentally and he hisses through his teeth, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me and I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Move, Jasper," I plead, my voice breathy with need. "I need you to move."

He obliges, starting with slow, deep strokes that have me seeing stars. Each thrust is measured, controlled, like he’s savoring every second inside me. My legs come up to wrap around his waist, my heels digging into his ass.

“More,” I nearly beg.

His control snaps at my plea. With a low growl, he starts thrusting, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each drag of his thick cock lights me up from the inside, stoking the fire in my core higher and higher.

“That’s it, baby. Take every inch of my cock,” he rasps, his voice strained.

I never thought it was possible to feel this way. It seems ridiculous, especially considering our past. Yet, those hazy nights were riddled with alcohol and self-doubt. And even though we only slept together a handful of times, my mind can’t help but compare this to that.

We move together perfectly, the air thick with the sound of our breathing and the soft creak of the bed beneath us. The world outside fades away, and all that exists is this moment, this connection between us. It’s raw and beautiful, and I can feel myself unraveling, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

Jasper’s hand slips between us, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s exactly what I needed, and before I can take a full breath, I free fall over the edge.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp. My eyes slam shut, and my legs shake with the force of my release.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my inner walls clenching around Jasper's thick cock as I come undone beneath him. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, his hips snapping against mine as he chases his own release.

"That's it, baby. Come on my cock," he growls, his voice ragged. "You feel so fucking good."

I’m barely coherent, lost in the haze of my orgasm, but I feel him swell inside me, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt, his body tensing as he finds his release. I feel him pulsing inside me, hot and thick, as he spills himself into the condom.

“Fuck, Coraline,” he breathes. This time my name sounds like a prayer falling from his lips.

His forehead drops to mine, our breaths mingling as we both struggle to catch our breath.

For a moment, we stay like that, our bodies still joined, hearts racing in tandem. Jasper’s weight is a comforting pressure above me, his skin slick with sweat. I trail my fingers up and down his back, reveling in the feel of his muscles twitching under my touch.

It’s a moment of pure intimacy, and I want to hold onto it forever. But I know that reality will come crashing back in soon enough, and we’ll have to face the consequences of what just happened.

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