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The peeing finally stopped. I wiped and flushed the toilet. When I made it back to the bed, Jasper was lying on his back, his dick still up in the air.
“Sit on it, baby,” he said. “I want to be inside your hot morning pussy.”
Shit.That sounded so hot. I walked seductively toward him, and his eyes burned with lust. I could tell by the way his manhood tilted toward his bellythat he was beyond excited. When I was close enough, he reached out and clenched my waist. What a strong man he was. Jasper pulled me to him. I straddled him, pussy already moistening, and he sucked air as I slowly came down on his cock.
“Shit,” he whispered, eyes closed and head pressed back against the pillow.
Jasper shifted my hips against his dick. He moaned, licking his lips.He went faster and faster. Then his eyes opened, and the fire in them set my body aflame. He was beyond turned on—the next thing I knew, he’d sat up, shoveled an arm around me, and flipped me onto my back.
“Oh, baby,” he kept saying with every thrust.
I was purposely silent as he fucked me good. I wanted to hear him. I knew this was for him, and it was okay. But then an “um” escapedme as his thick cock began rubbing against the rim of my pussy. Jasper’s manhood was a thing of magic. I clung to him tighter as he sped up the pace.
He roared, grunted, then cried, “Fuck!” as he shivered with an orgasm. When his body stilled, he trailed kisses along the side of my face. “Thank you for that,” he whispered, and our tongues dove into each other’s mouths.
“So…” I saidwhile kissing.
“So…” he whispered back.
“What were you saying about a diary before… you know?”
He chuckled, and I joined him.
Jasperand I sat next to each other in bed as he read portions of Amelia’s diary. The first entry was about how Sally Preacher, Amelia’s personal maid, had given her the book for her birthday. Amelia wrote that Randolph never would have condoned it. He was too worried that people would find out who she really was.
“Last night, he threatened to kill meand my son again. He’s a monster, not a man. I hate him. I hate him enough to kill him. I want vengeance,” Jasper read. He turned to look at me.
I raised my eyebrows at him. “Wow, she had no love for him.” I turned on my side, and I could tell he was trying to avoid looking at my tits again. “By the way, was the FBI able to confirm her kidnapping?”
Jasper swallowed and nodded.
I reached up to run my fingers gently down the side of his face. “I’m sorry, my love.”
He captured my wrist and kissed the back and palm of my hand, as he often did. “What did you call me?” He smiled just a little.
“My love.”
“I like that. Call me that often, please.”
I felt my face beaming as I repeated “my love” until we kissed tenderly. I sighed hard as ourlips parted.
“Babe, we have to fucking focus. I don’t know if keeping you with me was the best idea.” His eyes did what they’d been trying to avoid doing—he glared at my tits. “I can’t stop wanting to be inside you.” His finger flicked my nipple, and then his hot mouth came over the tip of it.
Holy shit.The sensation sent sparks through my pussy. “I catch your drift,” I whispered.
“All right.” He rolled out of bed suddenly and was on his feet. “Let’s get out of here.”
I felt my eyes grow wide. “Where are we going?”
He opened the book to a certain page and flipped it around to face me. All I saw was Amelia’s cursive handwriting. Her script was elegant, practiced.
“We’re going to visit my grandparents and ask them why they took the fucking money.”
My mouth fell open. “What?”
“My father paid them off.” He rotated the book so that the pages faced him and read, “Mama and Daddy don’t love me anymore. They were poisoned by Randolph’s money. They sold me to him. If it wasn’t for my son and the other children, I would kill myself, but they need me.”
I was clutching the pearls I wasn’t wearing. “Holy shit, Jasper.” I didn’tknow what else to say.
“Holy shitis right.”
