Page 69 of Bulletproof Love

A slow smile spreads across her face, like this is exactly what she’s been waiting for. With unhurried deliberate movements, she turns and bends at the waist, giving me the perfect view of the globes of her ass. I’m already unbuttoning my pants with hands that don’t even feel like my own. She’s on her hands and knees, arching her back like a cat. “Like this?” she asks, her voice full of practiced innocence.

“Just like that. Don’t you fucking move, Trouble.” I pull out my cock, running my hand down my shaft. My God, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her. This time, I came prepared. Rolling on a condom, I get on my knees behind her. “Look at you, on your hands and knees for me like a good little slut.”

I lift her skirt and find that she isn’t wearing anything underneath. I fucking knew it. “Please, Jasper.”

“You better be ready for my cock.” I slide my fingers through her cunt, groaning at how wet and ready she is. “You wanted this, didn’t you? So fucking wet for me.”

She turns to look at me, her breath catching when her eyes lower to my length. “Yes, fuck me, please.”

Without another second, I grab her hips roughly and slam into her. I have to say a silent prayer because fuck, she feels incredible.

A saint. An angel. A fucking goddess.

“Oh my God. Fuck… You feel so good,” she moans, and I’m done. There’s no amount of restraint left inside me. My knees sink into the melting snow as I brace myself, gripping her ass so hard I know I’ll leave marks. I pull all the way out, groaning at the loss of her wet heat, before filling her inch by sweet inch.

“You take me so well, baby.” Pumping in and out at a punishing pace, she strangles my cock. I know I make noises—whimpers, groans, curses under my breath. Fucking tears coat the corner of my eyes. “Your cunt is perfect. Everything I’ve ever fucking imagined. I never want to leave.”

Words spill from my lips, like prayers, as her answering moans fill the open air around us.

I pull out again, and spank her ass with a full palm, thrusting in again when a red mark appears. “Tortured me for days with this ass, didn’t you? I’ll fuck you here soon.”

“Yes, please… yes.” She backs into me, taking every last thrust, moaning her pleasure for anyone to hear.

I know I’m close. That tingle comes from my spine, shooting down into my balls. Wrapping one hand around her neck, I pull her onto her knees and sit her on my cock. I give her a gentle squeeze, loving the control. She’s tormented me for so long, this is exactly what I need. “Rub your clit, baby. Come for me.”

One hand on her neck, and the other around her waist, guiding her to bounce up and down on my cock, I thrust into her while she fucks her fingers. “That’s it. Harder, baby. I’m so close.” Her pussy clamps around me as her body trembles. “Oh fuck, Falin.” I groan against her ear as my entire body spasms. I come so hard, I almost black out. “Holy fuck. Christ Jesus, baby.”

Smoothing my palm down her throat and chest, she collapses back against me, both of our breathing ragged. I kiss her neck, her answering hum of satisfaction is the best sound I’ve ever heard.

“I’m a changed man,” I manage through heavy breaths. “You and those tiny fucking skirts will be the death of me. I hope you’re ready for me to fill every single fucking hole in your body, Trouble, because you’re stuck with me.”

She laughs, it’s low and raspy. “Nah, I think I’m good now.”

I pick her up, my cock slipping out, and toss her over my shoulder. “Oh, yeah?” I say, swatting her ass. “Too late now. If you think I’m spending another day without being inside you, you’re more than wrong.” She smacks my back, squirming against my shoulder, but I take my time, loving the way she feels in my arms. When I finally set her down, I stop to drink her in. Her flushed cheeks, those wild smokey eyes, the way her chest rises in quick breaths. Everything about her is perfect. I press her back against the rough bark, pinning her there with my body. “Come here.”

She smiles and my chest tightens. I kiss her like it’s our first time. Like her lips hold the antidote to every poison coursing through my veins. I kiss her like I’m starving for her. And God, I am. She’s breathed life back into my soul, and I’ll never get my fill.

I inch away, knowing if I don’t stop, I’ll need to be inside her again. “That was…” she manages while fixing her skirt.

“Incredible.” I finish.

While Falin fixes her hair, I grab the shovels. I’m about to suggest that we come back later. A cheeseburger and a beer sound perfect. But my eyes stray to a spot a few feet in front of me. A dark patch that stands out like a bruise on pale skin.

She must notice it at the same time. “Holy shit, is that?—”

“Only one way to find out.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

FALIN

“Holy fuck!”Jasper’s shovel hits something solid and we both freeze. My shoulder muscles burn from digging, but adrenaline takes over as we drop to our knees.

I scramble back, climbing away from the hole before I vomit. There he is. Mischa’s boyfriend, body preserved by the cold earth. I try not to look at his blank face as Jasper quickly searches the pockets of his tattered jeans. When he raises his hand, holding a small flash drive, we let out shocked curses.

“She wasn’t lying,” I breathe, dropping to my knees.

“She wasn’t fucking lying.” Jasper steps away from the body, frozen, staring at the drive in his hand.

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