Page 27 of Royal Flush

I was aware my eyes had rolled into the back of my head and that my entire body had tensed. As my pussy clenched and released in a wild, frenetic moment, a scream erupted from my throat.

“That’s it. Let go. Fucking come on my cock.”

His command was harsher than before, but I loved the rough words, the way he could make me feeling completely unbridled. Everything about sharing this moment with him was perfect, if there was such a thing in hot, kinky sex.

I remained as lost in the moment as he did, my orgasm sweeping into a long, glorious moment of electric jolts skittering into every muscle and bone. I couldn’t talk if I wanted to, barely able to breathe on my own.

A part of me could swear the man was a mind reader. He left the savage fucking to me, capturing both sides of my face and pulling my head down until our lips were almost touching.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” The single syllable was the only intelligent sound I could make. My eyes were dilated, another first, but not enough to dampen the moment.

“If you were mine, you’d be kept locked behind closed doors,” he muttered.

“Why?”

“So no man could ever set his eyes on you let alone dare consider touching you. You would be mine alone.”

The words weren’t filthy as much as they were possessive, but they fueled the raging fire burning deep within.

I became as crazed with need as I sensed he was, using so much force as I rocked his body, I was fearful the chair would turn over.

As soon as the man tensed, his jaw clenching more than before, I squeezed my muscles around his shaft, slowing my movements.

I’d never seen a man react as he did, releasing a primal bellow that reminded me of the vivid video.

The moment he filled me with his seed, we locked eyes and briefly we were as one.

Too bad it couldn’t last.

That was my choice, not his.

No one would ever own me.

CHAPTER 9

Braxton

Vivid images.

Soft skin.

A warm, wet pussy.

As I opened my eyes, I was shocked at the amount of light streaming into the oversized window over my bed. I usually woke either before or just after the sun had peeked through the horizon. At least for the first time in as long as I could remember, I wore a smile instead of a scowl.

That was because of business, the constant issues that always arose, even at an exclusive club. I scrubbed my face, realizing it had been at least two days since I’d shaved. Yet another unlike me moment. How many had occurred?

The night had been incredible and I allowed my mind to process the savage intensity of our sexual escapades. I’d lost count how many times I’d taken her, but I planned on doing it again this morning. Maybe I would make good on my promise of keeping her locked away. Chuckling, I finally turned my head, only slightly surprised she hadn’t remained in bed by my side.

Jasmine was certainly highly independent. Besides, the bathroom light was on. I shifted in the covers, enjoying the moment of relaxation for a full minute longer before tossing back the covers. As I planted my feet onto the floor, I was fascinated by the fact every muscle was aching as if I’d been involved in a four-hour marathon.

In a sense, I had. There was nothing like several rounds of wild, passionate sex to burn calories.

I slowly moved to the bathroom, pushing open the partially closed door. She wasn’t inside, the only evidence she had been a still damp washcloth placed carefully across one of the towel racks. Why did I have a feeling that she’d attempted to remove our combined scent of sex?

A strange feeling shifted through me and I turned around, taking long strides through the suite.

Just like I’d suspected, she’d disappeared. I moved to the phone meant to contact the front desk, pressing the three buttons.

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