Page 66 of Jasper

It feels like beingchosen.

He says I belong to him, and I believe him. But I want more than that. I want him toownme. In every way. I want to give myself to him like I’ve never done with anyone because deep in my heart, I know we are something so special. People spend a lifetime looking for the connection we share, and yet, I don’t think we’ve done more than scratch the surface.

“Daddy,” I whisper, trailing my hand down his front, feeling the hard planes of his rigid muscles as I go lower and lower.

Jasper holds his breath for a beat before he answers me. “Hm?”

I’ve already gotten his attention, and for some reason, it makes me feel powerful.

“Fuck me,” I blurt out.

Heat rises to my cheeks, and I bite back a smile. I can’t believe I just said that. Like I’m some experienced woman who just tells men to fuck her. Go me.

“Baby,” he mutters roughly.

He’s so tense under my touch, like he’s barely hanging on. And maybe he is. I’ve seen him adjust his pants a few dozen times since we met.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Please? I trust you, and I know you’ll make it so good. I want to do the same for you, too.”

A low groan rises from his throat, and he tightens his arms around me. “Shit, rainbow. You’re killing me. Do you think I can say no to you? You have me wrapped around your tiny little fingers.”

Before I can respond, he pushes me onto my back and rolls over me, holding himself up on his forearms. The vein in his neck bulges and races as he stares down at me.

“You’re sure?”

I nod and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into my core. His dick is already hard as it presses against me. Shoot, it feels big. A rush of arousal courses through me at the thought of him stretching me wide open and taking me. I’ve touched myself more times than I can count while thinking about that happening, but now, feeling him, it’s definitely going to be a tight fit.

“I’m positive. If I want you to stop, I’ll say red.”

His pupils dilate, and seconds later, he’s tearing both of our clothes until we’re both completely naked under the covers. When I look down between us, a soft gasp escapes.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m going to get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing I ever want to do in this life.”

I’m not really surehowhe plans to get me ready, but he doesn’t give me time to wonder because his mouth is on me. Kissing, licking, biting everywhere. My lips, my earlobe, my neck, down to the swell of my breast. His scruff scrapes against my skin, and I shiver from head to toe.

“So beautiful,” he says the words while pressing a kiss to the center of my chest. “So soft and sweet, yet sassy and silly. My perfect Little thief.”

He closes his lips around my nipple and when he starts to suck, I see stars. I jolt and whimper, my fingers threading through his hair.

Oh, God, that feels good. How does it feel so naughty?

“Shit,” I cry out.

Jasper chuckles and lifts his head. “My girl has a filthy mouth when she’s aroused.”

I shoot him an innocent smile and shrug. He merely winks at me, then goes back to my nipple.

Wetness pools between my legs, and I use his thigh for friction as I start to thrust my hips. As if he knows exactly what I need, he moves his knee higher, giving me more pressure. The longer I grind against him, the more turned on I get until I’m panting and crying out his name. Electricity shoots through me and Jasper sucks and bites my nipples while I ride the waves of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby. You’re coming. Good fucking girl. So good.”

My clit convulses, and my nipples tingle as I explode, my nails digging into Jasper’s shoulders for leverage. He might be bloody by the time I’m done, but that’s a later problem. And from the way he’s thrusting against me, too, I don’t think he minds the bite of pain.

When I quiet, he presses slow, gentle kisses to my neck, but I push him back so I can look him in the eye.

“I want to feel you. You can do all this stuff another time. I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me right now.”

Raising an eyebrow, he smirks. “Are you in charge here?”

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