Page 22 of Claimed
“I wouldn’t call it that. I’d call it…”I twisted my mouth, searching for the right word. “Being an agent of proper retribution.”
I’d seen a snake strike its prey, darting forward so fast that it caught the rodent off guard. That was how fast Jasper pulled me against him and let his tongue dive into the depths of my mouth. He lifted me off my feet, and my body was pressed against his so tightly that I felt every bit of his chest,abdominal muscles, and solid erection. He carried me away from our plates on the table and set me on top of his large office desk. He tossed my right shoe over his right shoulder and my left shoe over his left shoulder. The hard surface of his desk agitated my back as he tugged my pants off. I twisted my hips to get comfortable, and he must have seen traces of agony on my face, because he pickedme up and set me in his big comfortable leather chair. We grinned naughtily at other as he leaned over me, fingers gripping the arms of the chair.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
Without hesitation, I did as I was told. He sniffed and then looked down at my thighs. He looked into my eyes again. The lust behind the windows to his soul made me swallow the lump of anticipation thatwas lodged in my throat.
“Wider,” he ordered.
I opened my thighs so far that my knees stretched to the edge of the seat.
“I want to see your pussy dripping, glistening. I want to see your beautiful pussy—all of it, baby.”
I was so turned on that I didn’t even have to check and see if he had gotten his wish granted. I was wet—soaking wet. I skipped a breath as my sexthrobbed to be pounded by his thickness, banged into next week.
Jasper took a deep breath in through his mouth. I could hear his lungs expanding. Then he pushed the air out with force as he fell to his knees. A moan escaped me, and I gasped as his fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs. He tugged my ass toward his face. Then I felt the soft, warm, delicate but ravenous stimulation of histongue, breath, and pressure against my clit.
The gratification was immediate. I grabbed the arms of the chair, but that brought me no relief from his pleasurable assault.
“Oh, ah, oh…” I sucked air through my teeth. Every time he ate my pussy, he did it differently from the last time, and sometimes he would go back to how he’d done it six times before. At the moment it was a combinationof all the ways he’d done it previously. I felt every stroke of his tongue on every part of my clit—the top, the bottom, the right, the left, and every place between.
I cried out louder and louder and louder. I tried to move my hips away from his mouth, but he had fastened them in place.
“Jasper, oh, Jasper, please.”
The sensation abruptly changed. Stimulation was on the rightside of my clit, building and building into an explosion. I screamed. It seemed as if the orgasm would never stop… until it did. But the strong, pleasurable sensation was already intensifying on the left side of my clit.
“Holy shit.” I sucked air as if I were drowning. My hands were still searching for a solid place to land until my fingers gripped his scalp.
“Umm…” he moaned, seemingto like how I was touching him.
And then I came again. And he still didn’t stop. His tongue had moved to the top of my clit, but now Jasper had his fingers inside me, rimming a very sensitive spot in my pussy.My goodness.I had never felt such a thing in my life, as though my orgasm was building in several spots.How can this be?
“Jasper, baby,” I said with a whimper.
“Mm…”he moaned without stopping.
“Oh, baby,” I cried.
His grunt reverberated.
“Oh, baby!”What the fuck…My mouth remained caught open, and I struggled to breathe past what was happening in the depths of my sex.
The blast of orgasm saturated every single area of my pussy, the pleasure stretching like vines. I whited out while it was happening, wondering if I was dreaming.Someone was screaming Jasper’s name, and it took me a moment to realize it was me. Suddenly, I was lifted out of my chair and set on top of Jasper’s desk. I knew what he wanted, but when I went to undo his pants, he’d beat me to the punch. His dick was out and so hard against his belly.
Jasper breathed heavily through his nose, his teeth clenched as, with one hand, he grabbed his cock toguide it into my wetness, and with the other, he gripped my ass to crush my pussy against his erection. When the two met, he slammed himself so deep inside me that I could feel him in my belly. Jasper was fucking me with force. His lust for me had soared past a tolerable level. With each stab of his dick, I moaned and sucked air while keeping my hazy gaze trained on his face.
“Oomph.” Hewas banging me. “Oomph.” He banged me harder, faster. “Oomph,” he kept repeating. “Oomph, you’re so fucking tight,” until, with one hard plunge into my slippery heat, he quivered and cried out.
Jasperand I held each other for a while after he came. He must have felt the same thing I did—that we were in the wrong spot for what we’d just done. I wanted to be in his arms. I wanted his nakedness against mine. I wanted to roll around on the mattress, kissing, touching, fondling, and caressing each other.
“Baby, we’re going to fly out to Newporttonight,” he finally said.
I was caught off guard by his words. Apparently, we weren’t thinking the same thing.
“Okay,” I whispered, my disappointment quickly yielding to curiosity. “But why?”
“I have an idea about what the key in my mother’s box might open.”
