Page 111 of To Love Jason Thorn

Then his hands held my hips and his headdipped lower, biting and licking on his way. When he had finally reached hisgoal, I was a quivering mess.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, hishot breath on my sensitive flesh doing all kinds of things to me.

Then he licked me, from bottom to top,pressing his tongue firmly against my clit and then swirling it around. Iarched my neck and swallowed.

Looking at me as he dropped small kisses onthe inside of my thigh, he asked, “How many men have you let touch you likethis?”

“What?”

“How many men have gotten to see you likethis? All wet, hot, and pink?”

Dammit…Again with the blushing. I had dated three guys in total and apart from Marcus,you could barely call them men. One was from high school after Jason had leftus. The other one I’d only dated for a few months my first year in college. Outof all of them, Marcus was the only one who had gone down on me, so how did Ieven answer his question?

He quirked his eyebrow. “You’re counting?”His mouth lowered and he sucked my clit.

My body quivered again.

I shook my head. “No. I just…I’m not surehow to answer.”

He pushed a single finger inside me andwaited for my answer.

“Only one went down on me,” I said softly.

“Marcus,” he guessed menacingly.

I wasn’t going to answer that.

He added another finger. “Jason,” Iwhispered, a new orgasm already looming ahead.

“From now on, he doesn’t get to touch asingle hair on your head,” he growled from between my legs and started lappingup all my juices. My body shuddered and my hands reached for his hair, myfingers roughly grabbing anything that was long enough to hold on to.

I couldn’t decide if I was more turned onby the fact that there was a legitimate possibility of him being jealous ofMarcus or by how good he was with his tongue—probably a healthy mix of the two.

His licks become firmer and he started to swirlhis tongue around my clit as his stubble did wonders, scraping against mytender flesh. Lifting my hips up to his mouth, I moaned and my fingerstightened in his hair, holding him down.

Realizing what I was doing, I quickly letgo and Jason stopped what he was doing.

I’m telling you, he was making magic.

“Don’t hesitate with me. Not now, Olive,”he said, lifting his head from between my legs. His lips were all red andglistening. I wanted to devour him, and I was planning to. “Grab on to my hairand do whatever the hell you want to do to me.”

Ovaries explosion!

I lifted my hands and threaded my fingersthrough his hair again, slightly gripping. His eyes held mine captive theentire time. I had a feeling he needed to have me as much as I needed to have him,which was mind-boggling.

His tongue stroked through my folds and Istarted to have trouble keeping my hips down. He yanked me forward, my assalmost resting on the edge.

When he covered my clit with his mouth andstarted to suck in pulses, I cried out his name, pushing and pulling at hishead.

It was too much.

“Jason…I can’t…oh, god…you have to stop.”

He pushed two of his fingers back inside, curledthem up, and found my G-spot. I fell over the edge again, just like that. Legstwitching, body shaking, my cries ringing in my ears…I’d like to think it was abeautiful sight, but I knew it wasn’t. Finding purchase on his shoulders, Ilifted my hips up and down, trying to prolong it as much as I could.

When it was all done and I stoppedcontracting around his fingers, all my bones had fallen out of my body and Ihad become a very happy noodle.

Jason’s head lifted from between my legs,but not before he gave me one, last, slow lick, sending a slight tremorthroughout my body. When I felt his lips against mine, I smiled lazily andsucked his tongue into my mouth.

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