Page 25 of Intrigued
“Stop talking.”
I bit my bottom lip but only for a moment. He sank that lip into the depths of his warm mouth.
“Um…” he said. “When you talk, I want you more. Don’t say anything, because this can’t work between us.”
“What can’t work?” I asked.
He opened and closed his mouth.
“What are you hiding, Jasper?”
He ground against me harder.
I could feel how wild my eyes were. This game he wanted to play was turning me way past on.
“Why didn’t Bryn return to Redmond College after freshman year?” I demanded to know.
He pressed against me so hard that I thought he would break not only my pubic bone but his dick too. Then I was lifted off my feet as he carried me with two hands to the big leather sofa and dropped me on top of it. He pulled my shoes off just as he had done earlier. Then he undid my pants and pulled my panties off with them. “Take that off,” he commanded in a thick voice.
In my hazy daze, I realized all I had on was my tattered blouse and bra.
I grasped my blouse by the front opening.
“Slowly,” he said, his gaze setting my lust on fire.
I peeled the garment off as if I were peeling a delicate piece of fruit. Jasper sucked air briskly through his clenched teeth. My bra unhooked from the front, so I easily freed my tits. As soon as they were exposed, Jasper dropped to his knees and sucked as much of my 34C-sized breast into his mouth as he could, biting my hard nipple as he pulled away. The sensation sent sparks through my pussy, making me drip with need.
Jasper shoved his fingers deep into my wetness, plunging in and out like a jackhammer.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he repeated as I vibrated with his prodding. Suddenly, he spun me around and set my knees on the sofa, spreading my legs. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
My gaze took in the dreary daylight and ice-covered lawn that stopped at the edge of a cliff with the gray body of water in the distance. I could feel my wetness moistening the insides of my thighs. I listened to Jasper’s pants unzip then heard a condom packet rip. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for impact. Then his hot, soft tongue sank into my asshole, prodding me there before sliding down to the bottom of my pussy.
“Shit, you’re so wet,” he said.
When he took me by my hips, I knew what would come next.
“Ah!” I screamed as he slammed my pussy against his rock-hard dick. He did it over and over again, thrusting deep and hard. I screamed, feeling the ache of his fullness and rigidness.
Then he stopped and lay on my back as he put his hot mouth to my ear. “Don’t ever ask me questions when I’m fucking you,” he whispered.
I was about to say something, but he started pounding me again, hard and punishing.
His mouth was near my ear again. “Got it?”
I tightened my pussy around his dick. “Do it again,” I said.
It took three thrusts before he grunted and groaned, coming his brains out. With his dick still inside me, he turned me away from the back of the sofa and set me on his lap.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he announced as his hands kneaded my tits, pinching my nipples so hard they ached.
I smirked. “If that was punishment, then I won.”
Suddenly, he spun me around so I was lying on the sofa, and his tongue was in my mouth. We were kissing as if there were no tomorrow—deep, hot, and passionate. He only stopped to throw his head back and yell, “Fuck!”
Then we were kissing again, falling off the sofa and rolling on the floor. It was too much. My head was so dizzy.
“Oh, Jasper,” I moaned.
