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I had never been spoken to like that by a man. It didn’t turn me on as much as the thought of him touching me did. So I got up. Without delay, he took the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head. The next thing I felt was warm wetness covering my nipple. Then I felt teeth. My head dropped back, and I cried out at the pain of his bite then the soothing warmth of his sucking and licking.
He did the same thing to my other nipple as a number of his fingers slid up and down my slit, steadily rubbing my clit. Dammit, I wanted to milk his healthy erection right there and then.
He stopped all of a sudden then stepped back to get an eyeful of my nakedness. “Damn, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered thickly.
I was speechless, but I didn’t have to talk because the next thing I knew, I was on the bed with my back against the mattress, and his face was between my legs. He was sucking my clit then licking it, rounding it and licking it more and more and more. All the sensations stirring inside of me were so strong. They built one on top of the other, promising an explosion that would shoot me to the moon.
“Yes,” I sighed. It was building, climbing…
His fingers gripped me tightly so my hips couldn’t escape his pleasurable assault. I searched for something to hold on to. The bed sheets would not suffice. His hair was too soft.
“Oh, Jasper,” were the last intelligible words I spoke before the deepest, most intense orgasm ever gusted through my pussy. I screamed and cried as he made it last even longer, his tongue working slowly but steadily while the sensations eased.
“Shit, I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you,” he said as he stood. Keeping my knees apart, he seized my hips.
My eyes expanded at the girth and length of his rock-hard cock. He was already wearing a condom. Thank goodness I was so wet.
“Ah,” I screamed as he slammed my pussy against his erection. I could feel all of him, engorged inside me.
Jasper roared as he banged me harder and harder. I felt light in his grasp. He was hungry, starving, fucking me as if our survival depended on it.
“No,” he said, stuffing his dick deep inside me and holding it there. “Not yet. You’re too fucking tight.”
Our gazes met. Slowly, he tried it again. Each thrust was careful, in and out. His hips shifted, and his eyes closed then opened. He looked as if he were on some magnificent drugs.
“Fuck,” he muttered then guided my hips back onto the cushion. He lay on top of me, and our mouths melted. His kiss was deep, hot, and delicious.
Damn, I could’ve died and gone to heaven as his dick filled every inch of me. I was losing my head. Slowly. Indulgently. My moan was so telling as he increased the speed of his prodding. He moved quicker and quicker as I moaned and panted.
“Ah,” I cried, clinging to him for dear life. My eyes widened in disbelief. Holy shit, I was still climaxing.
Then Jasper grunted. His lower half jerked, and his body shivered. He held me so close while coming that I could hardly breathe.
* * *
Once Jasper stilled,he continued lying on top of me. His heaviness was so that I wanted him to fall into me and merge with my soul. I didn’t move a muscle because I could already feel that he would soon leave. Jasper Christmas was not the sort of man who stuck around to coddle a woman after bringing her body such amazing gratification. He wasn’t going to sleep next to me for a while, allowing his body to grow a brand-new erection so we could do it all over again, and again, and again.
Finally, Jasper kissed me again, deeply and greedily. I was famished for him, so I matched his intensity. He sucked my neck, and I sucked his. We bit and clawed at each other. I wanted to consume him, as he did me.
Then all of a sudden, he rolled off me. “We’ll do this again.”
I watched in a daze as he pulled his pants back on, turned his back on me, and opened the large, decorative wardrobe closet that I’d thought was too lavish to do anything but be admired. Then he disappeared inside it and closed the door behind him.
I quickly sat up. “Shit.” That was a secret door leading right into my guest room. “What the hell?”
I turned the light off on the nightstand and flopped my back against the comfortable bed. I lay in the dark room for a while, recalling every salacious moment I had just spent with Jasper. I slid both hands down my breasts, stomach, and touched my wetness as my body remembered his every lick, bite, pinch, suck, thrust, and kiss. I wondered if he’d gotten all he wanted from me. Maybe William would be showing me to another bedroom the next morning. New guests would arrive, and Jasper would put another woman into his special room and do the same thing to her. I took my hand out of my pussy. Suddenly, I felt wronged and used by a cunning man.
I should have adhered to Bryn’s warning.Shame on me for falling into Jasper Christmas’s trap.He’d fooled me once, but I wouldn’t let it happen twice.
* * *
I had already forgottenmy dream. The alarm on my cell phone was blasting. It must’ve been six a.m. I sat up, and while rubbing my eyes, I thought I saw the door of the wardrobe closet closing. And that was when it hit me. Last night, I had sex with the one person Bryn had warned me to avoid.
Chapter Seven
December 23rd
My alarm clock was set to go off every morning at the same time. 6:00 a.m. I’d brought my running clothes, and the Christmases had done a good job of clearing the paths of snow, so there was no need to stay in bed an extra hour. I got up and relieved my bladder. Then I put on my thick spandex running pants and shoes, wrapped my hair into a messy bun, and left my room.
