Page 26 of Stolen By the Hit Man
Jasmyn has a body that could drive men mad, and she doesn’t even know it.
She’s so damn pretty and soft, with plump curves and a kind face. What those assholes did to her makes me rage, and I have to keep putting it out of my head. In the end, theyunderestimated her. My Jasmyn is no victim. She’s my fucking queen.
And I’m going to protect this little queen for the rest of my life.
I haul her tempting, soft body against me, dragging my hands under the back of her shirt, hiking it up all the way to her shoulders. My lips press another long, possessive kiss to her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
Jasmyn moans at the warm slide of our tongues. Her taut nipples press against me through the layers of her bra and my shirt, making my cock jerk. The ache to be free of my jeans is getting too much to bear, but I want to make this last.
I want her begging for it.
I move my hands up over Jasmyn’s shoulders. She knows what I want and pulls away from me to bow her head, letting me tug her shirt completely off.
“Good girl,” I murmur, tossing her shirt on top of her discarded overalls.
She’s now in nothing but a sensible white bra and underwear. I take her hand, and she laughs as I make her twirl, flattening her back against my front. I groan at the cushioning of her soft, perfect ass against my cock. I can’t wait to feel those two juicy cheeks in my hands, and I can’t wait to go there with my tongue.
But not quite yet.
“Sorry, it’s not exactly sexy lingerie. I wasn’t expecting…you know. This.”
I look down over her shoulder, straight down between Jasmyn’s breasts. “Obviously, you don’t know what white cotton pantiesdo for me,” I say, hooking one arm around her waist. “I’m this close to rubbing one out on those granny panties of yours at this point.”
“Oh my god,” she breathes, pressing back into me.
Dragging my hands upward, I cup both of her breasts while I press licking, sucking kisses down her throat and over her shoulder. The thick material can’t hide the fact that her nipples are about as hard as my cock. “But you’re right. This bra has to go.”
Jasmyn tries to pull away, but I hold firm. “I got this.”
She lets out an adorable little squeak as I slide my hands under the bra’s band and shove the cups up and out of the way. I can’t control the feral growl that escapes me. She answers with a whine.
I smile. Nearly begging already.
Her back arches, pushing out those hard, pink-brown nipples, asking to be touched. I take one warm tit in each hand, claiming those taut buds between my fingers.
Frantically, she reaches back and circles an arm around my neck.
I murmur in her ear, “Put your arm down, sweetheart.”
When she does, I brush the straps down off her shoulders until she’s free of her bra, then toss it onto the pile of clothes.
With one arm bracing her against my chest, I snake my free hand down to caress the front of her panties. I resume my licking kisses up and down her throat. I keep going, slowly, as her moans grow more insistent.
Once again, she reaches back to touch my neck, trying to take control.
“Sweetheart, I need you to keep your hands to yourself.”
Jasmyn gives a frustrated little whine and asks me why.
“Because you feel too good. And the more you touch me, the more likely I am to nut too early.”
She whispers, “Joaquin, I don’t know where to put my hands if you won’t let me touch you.” She wriggles against me, unintentionally teasing my cock with her soft, jiggly bits.
I move forward until she’s inches from the timber logs. Plenty of rugged places to hold on tight.
“Hands up on the wall, baby. Above your head.”
Trembling, Jasmyn does as she’s told, and I reward her with a slow, dragging caress down the tender flesh of her arms.
