Page 82 of Follow Your Bliss

She was against the far wall, glaring at me with fluttering eyes, bathed in the streetlight coming through a high window. Her long hair curled sinuously down her arms. Her full, rosy lips turned up at the corners. That delicious mouth always built me up with sweet words and soothed me with laughter. Her talented hands beckoned me closer, kind hands that helped me and surprised me, every day. The enticing swell of her breasts rose up and down in a pant. Underneath her glowing skin was the sweet heart that gave itself in service to me as easily as I gave myself to her.

She was it, for me. I was hers, and she was mine. She had to be, or my heart would truly break.

I took the remote out of my pocket and held it up with a smile as I pressed it again. She threw her head back with a whimper and pressed her hand between her legs. I was so hard, my dick could’ve cut glass.

I stalked her as I undid my pants and freed my erection. I turned her around roughly and pressed my cock against the perfect curve of her ass. She wiggled back against it as I gathered her dress up the front with one hand and wrapped the other gently around her throat.

“Yes.” The citrusy aroma of champagne whispered out with her gasp. Her hands grasped at mine and helped me pull up her dress. “Be rough, baby. Take what’s yours. I need you so bad.”

Something primal took over my body at her words echoing my thoughts. “Goddamn right, you’re mine. Is this the game you wanted to play?” I fished the vibrator out from her panties and brought it to my mouth, making sure she watched me suck her divine taste off it before I bent her over the padded back of a sofa. The little vixen spread her legs and perked her ass up at me.

I tore her lace panties apart. Thrusting myself in so easily, so deep—her needy, wet heat nearly made my knees buckle. She whimpered out my name, grinding back against me. I dug my fingers into the flesh of her thighs and sealed her body tight to me as I ground into her. “This pussy is mine, this ass is mine…”

Her orgasm shuddered around my cock, and she cried out, “Jason, more.”

Each contraction of her body made me more feral. Nothing had ever felt like this.

“That orgasm was mine,” I rasped, “and every moan that comes from your pretty mouth is mine. You’re not ready to say you love me, and that’s okay.” Amid my grinding thrusts, I took a deep breath to get my emotions in check. “But don’t you dare for one goddamn second think this is only about sex.” With my knee, I brought one of her legs up onto the back of the sofa for better access, and I thrust deeper as she cried out soft sobs ofyes, andplease, andharder.

“Because this cock is yours. I want you twenty-four hours a day. This mouth is yours, anywhere you want it, anytime you want it.” I slipped my fingers around and circled her clit, and she ground harder back against me. “These hands are yours, to please you and serve you. And my heart…” I swallowed hard. “My heart is yours, baby, it’s yours, and I’m not taking it back.”

She gyrated against me, moaning. I went faster and harder. I was spiraling toward my release, but I wasn’t done. “I love you, Rose. Tell me—tell me we’re more than sex.”

“We’re…we’re more than sex,” she panted, her voice hoarse and her hands clawing for purchase on the sofa seat against my onslaught.

“Tell me again. Promise me.” Her tight, divine heat and soft cries had me so close. But I was going to make her come first.

“Fuck, Jason. We’remore…oh God…oh God…”

The contractions of her orgasm popped me off like a champagne bottle deep inside her body, wringing me dry. I slumped against her, sweat cooling. My whole body trembled. I withdrew and pulled her up from the sofa.

She fell into my waiting arms, kissing me like she might die if she didn’t, grasping my face in her hands as I delved my tongue into her champagne mouth. “We’re more.” She pulled back and looked at me, and whatever she saw on my face made hers crumple in concern, her welling tears catching the scant light. She swallowed hard and nodded again, searching my eyes and caressing my face. “It’s okay. We’re so much more, baby. We’re so much more. I promise. I—Ireallycare about you. So much.” She pressed her lips to mine, and I kissed her again, and again, and again.

I gasped in a shaky breath, roughly wiped a tear away, and pulled the party napkins from my pockets. She silently watched me wipe my spend from her thighs.

“Sorry about your panties.” I shoved them into my pocket and pulled her dress back down around her knees. “I’m keeping this.” I shoved her vibrator into my pocket, too, and picked up the remote from where I’d dropped it on the floor. “Let’s get this party over with so we can go home, yeah? I saw a bathroom a few doors back down the hallway.”

I grabbed her hand to walk away, but she held me back.

“Jason?” Her big eyes were bright and wet. “I’ve only said it once. Before I knew what it really meant, and I—I gottrampled. It’s hard for me to say…” She swallowed hard and pressed her hand to her chest. “But you know I feel…” She blinked and tears came down her face.

I nodded, trying to smile through the ache in my chest. “It’s okay, baby.”

She threw her arms around my waist and buried her face against my chest, hugging me so tightly. “Mine,” she whispered fiercely.

A huffed laugh escaped my lips, and I crushed her to me, kissing her head. “Mine.”

For as long as she would have me.

Chapter 14

Under Her Thumb

Rose

“Here, can you catch the detail on the side?”

It was hot as balls, but when Jason asked me to help him shoot the tail end of a video on his phone, I couldn’t say no. And not because of all the photos he’d taken for me and all the orgasms he’d given me last nightandthis morning.

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