Page 91 of Craving Paradise

“Jasper, please,” I beg, asking him to send me over the edge.

“Tell me I’m the only one who can make you come like this?”

“Yes. You’re the only one who makes me come like this.” I moan as his fingers continue to work their magic deep inside me, tantalizing those inner nerves that will make me say just about anything in this moment.

“You’re always such a good girl for me, Ren. Nothing gets me hotter than watching you come all over my hand.”

My back arches as he continues to push further into me.

“Give it to me … this orgasm is mine. Show me how much you love my fucking fingers.”

“Oh my god, yes,” I scream as he pushes me over the edge into oblivion.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you come.” He grabs my throat and kisses me while his fingers continue to work inside me.

Jasper’s kiss is passionate and possessive, showing me who owns my body in this moment. His hand slides from between my thighs, he wraps my wetness around his dick, and uses the hand that was just inside me to tug on his dick. It's hot seeing my wetness coating his velvety skin. He then crawls onto the table, kicks out my legs, and slides into me. We both hiss at the connection as my legs wrap around his hips.

“I’ll never get sick of sinking into you,” he whispers against my ear. “You feel like home, Ren.”

My stomach sinks at his declaration. No. He’s not supposed to say those things to me.

Jasper slowly fucks me as if he’s in no hurry, and it’s confusing me. Usually, we are wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, the need between us burning so brightly that it consumes us when we are together. This slow-paced action is slightly freaking me out—it’s too intimate. I try to rush him, but that pulls a growl from his lips as his hand comes out and pins my own to the table.

“I’m in control tonight, baby girl. You will obey my pace. I don’t hear you agreeing with me?”

“Yes,” I answer.

Jasper stops fucking me and it’s torture.

“That’s not the right answer now, is it.” He doesn’t move a muscle.

What does he want from me?

“Try again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“No.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Getting closer.”

“Yes, master?”

“That’s it. I’m this pussy’s fucking master,” he declares as he fucks me harder, thrusting deeper into me. “No one knows your body like I do.”

He’s right. No one has taken the time to notice every nuance of me.

Until him.

* * *

“You look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked.” I chuckle, looking over at my best friend as she walks into the locker room.

“I have been. His dick is magnificent.” She smirks.

“Hell, yeah,” I squeal, giving her a high five. “Mr. Fox fucked me up good. I love aristocratic men who look like they would be all uptight and tense, and thenboom,they fuck you like a damn porn star.”

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