Page 18 of Intrigued
With my eyes half closed, longing for that sensation of pleasure he was promising, I eagerly bobbed my head.
“Then stay still,” he said.
I hated the idea of being ordered to do anything.Then why in the hell is he turning me so the fuck on?I pressed my head back against the bed, closed my eyes, and concentrated on not moving a muscle.
“Umm,” he moaned as his fingers slipped in and out of me while his thumb rounded my clit. “Shit…”
I sighed, moaned, and winced. We both were breathing heavily. I dug into the messy blankets on the bed and squeezed them tightly.
“Your pussy is so sweet,” he whispered.
My body convulsed just as I cried out. Suddenly, his thumb was off my clit. Jasper dropped to his knees, and the erotic sensation of his warm breath and tongue picked up where his thumb had left off. The impact of his stimulation was sudden.
I didn’t know if my hips were moving. I was sure he didn’t care if they were anymore. I twisted and turned as the sensations became more pronounced. Then it struck me, and my body quaked.
I opened my eyes again, trying to steady my breaths. Jasper was standing over me, staring at me. I wondered what he was thinking.
“Open your legs wider,” he finally said.
Without pause, I did as he asked.
“Don’t close them.” He walked over to the large dresser behind him and took off his shirt. The rippling muscles in his back made me drip. He pulled his pants off. What a perfect ass he had. Then the condom wrapper ripped open. I could tell he was sliding it on.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
I wished I were. “No.”
“I need you on the pill because I want to feel you.” He turned around, and his massive erection was facing me.
I didn’t know what to say to that. “I’m not putting extra hormones into my body.”
He cracked a tiny smile as he walked toward me, holding his dick the way a man does when he’s preparing to fuck. “Then when was your last period?” He slammed himself inside me and sucked air.
My moan was indicative of how good he felt.
“When?” he demanded and started pounding me hard.
I couldn’t believe he wanted to have that conversation right then.
“I can’t remember,” I said breathlessly.
He fucked me harder. “Try.” He rolled me on top of him and, with two hands, dug into my ass. He shifted my pussy back and forth against his cock. Jasper closed his eyes, and the look on his face made me believe he was experiencing the most pleasurable feeling of his life.
“Oh…” he said as I shoved my hips so hard against him that I could feel the tip of his dick in my belly. He rolled himself back on top of me. His eyes were still closed, and he remained motionless. “Shit.” He gnawed on his bottom lip as though he were trying to contain himself. “You’re too tight.”
And he was too thick, so much so that I felt corked by his expansive dick. Then I remembered something. “My period was on the twelfth of this month.”
He cursed under his breath then stared into my eyes. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”
My eyes widened. I agreed.
“I can’t stop wanting you, though,” he said.
“Me neither,” I confessed.
Jasper slowly started shifting his cock in and out of me again. His expression conveyed how much he wanted to come but was prolonging his final release.
Gently, his lips found mine, and we kissed. I was surprised by the pace of our kissing. It was slow with lots of tongue play and lip gnawing. And I was participating, feeling sexier and more sensual than I ever had. His mouth tasted so good. I was having so much fun kissing that way.Damn it, what sort of trouble am I getting myself into?
