Page 10 of Desire
“Oh shit,” he cried. Then he pulled out of me and lay across my back, pinning me against the bed. “Shit,” he muttered again. Then he ran a hand through my hair and lifted my tresses to suck the sensitive part of my neck. “I can’t fuckingget enough of you.”
My eyes were heavy. I had no idea how long we’d been going at it, but it had been hours. It was as though we were making up for lost time.
I yawned, and it oddly felt wrong.If only I had more energy to indulge his desire.Even though his cock had softened, he was grinding into my ass in what I believed was an attempt to force his manhood to bend to his will.
I yawned again. “Jasper, we should sleep.”
“Hold still, baby,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. He was still referring to me as if I were someone he was in a lasting relationship with. But I let him clean his juices off my skin.
“You have the sweetest ass,” he said then slapped me on it. “Turn around, baby.”
I could hear his intentions in his tone. We’d done enoughfucking for me to know that he wanted to eat my pussy and make me come some more.
“Jasper,” I said as I flipped onto my back, keeping my legs together. “We should call it a night.”
“Come on, baby, just let me taste you one last time, and then I swear we’ll sleep.”
I frowned, wanting to ask why he sounded so desperate. It was as though he wanted to overindulge on me. “We’resnowed in, Jasper. We have all day tomorrow to…” I didn’t want to say make love because he could never love me forever.
“It’s not what you think,” he said.
“What’s not what I think?”
He shook his head slightly.
“You know what I’ve learned?” I asked.
“What’s that?” He lowered his head to suck and bite the tip of my left nipple.
I restrained a sigh. Damn,that felt good. “When someone’s cryptic, they’re trying to control someone or something,” I whispered.
“Will you stop me if I…” Suddenly, his hands were pulling my knees apart. Before I could say another word, his tongue was on my clit and gently brushing one side of it. That was his style. He would stimulate one side of my clit and, after I climaxed, move to another, then another and anotheruntil he was back at square one. I clenched the sheets with both hands as orgasm sparked in my pussy. Jasper had won. It was too late for me to stop him now. I moaned, shuddered, and clenched the messy and sweat-dampened sheets.
I calledout to the Almighty as my sixth, maybe eighth, orgasm soared through my pussy. Goodness, Jasper knew how to make me come hard and fast. As long as I lived, I knew I would never find another man who could eat pussy the way he did.
He crawled up the bed and lay beside me, gathering me in his arms.
“Um.” I writhed, still feeling the aftereffectsof climaxing.
Jasper kissed, nibbled, and licked me on his favorite spot on my back.
“Holly, I love being with you,” he said.
I yawned. “I know.” Of course he loved fucking me. There was no way I could deny that.
Then I remembered what I had seen during my second Internet search of him. “Hey, I read somewhere that Randolph Christmas died two days ago. We both know that’snot true. Why did you wait so long to announce his death?”
He tensed against me. “You knew we had to keep it quiet for a while.”
“Right, but two weeks? That’s a long time.”
Again, he was quiet, and I was beginning to learn that silence for Jasper was caution. “I had to tie up some loose ends.”
“What sort of loose ends?”
“Listen, babe, we trusted you enough tolet you in on our private family matters. Don’t make me regret it.”
