Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Reaching between them, he put his hand over her core. Her response was to buck her hips farther into his touch farther. He nipped at her lower lip and pulled back to see her eyes, dark and hazy with desire. He realized this was a look he enjoyed on her. A lot.
He rubbed his knuckle along the seam of her shorts, pushing a bit harder when he was over her clit. Her full lips parted and she whimpered, not once dropping her gaze from his.
“What do you want?” His question was barely more than a rumble.
“Touch me.” Jasmine panted.
He gave her another two strokes while he did his level best to ignore the cock threating to punch free of his denim.
“I am.” He nipped her chin. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your fingers in my pussy. Make me come.” She gasped as he rubbed harder. “Yes, God, like that. But more.”
“You’re going to come. More than once.” He teased her smooth skin under the shorts as he angled closer to her heated center.
“Yes.”
His dick pulsed as he came in contact with her smooth pussy, her arousal making her slick.
“Bare.”
“Better this way.” A shudder. “More sensitive.”
Jealousy bit him at the thought of another touching her and having permission to enjoy what she offered him now. He shoved it away and dragged his fingers up her wetness. Her lids fluttered closed as another panted ‘yes’ fell from her mouth.
“Watch me, Jasmine.”
Her fingers gripped his hair harder, nails digging into his skull as she listened to him.
“You’re to keep your eyes on me. I want you to know who’s doing this to you.” He pushed two fingers deep in her heat and she moaned even as she bit her lower lip.
“Christ you’re so fucking tight. You’re going to choke the fuck out of my cock when I’m inside you.”
Her nipples poked against the thin barrier of her shirt. He didn’t fucking know where her ASP was and, right now, didn’t care. Pumping his fingers, he worked her clit with the pad of his thumb.
Using the wall behind her to his advantage, he slipped his hand that wasn’t being hugged by the hottest sheath he’d experienced to her breast and tweaked her nipple.
She came hard with a keening cry, legs lashing tighter around him. Holy shit. His legs shook with need and he fumbled with the fly on his jeans.
Shit. Condom.
Jasmine sucked her lower lip in her mouth and brought herself closer to his face. Brown eyes full of so much emotion and heat bore into his as she scraped along the nape of her neck with those short, unpolished nails of hers.
“Hurry.”
One word. Barely over a whisper. He more felt the brush of her breath along his wet lips than heard the plea. It wasn’t smooth, there wasn’t any finesse as he ripped open the condom, rolled it down his hard throbbing length and drove deep into her seconds after he tugged her clothes to the side.
“Shit yes!” She bowed her back with the cry that escaped.
“Fuck me.” He put them forehead to forehead as he held still, balls-deep inside her. “Christ, Jasmine. You’re so fucking slick and tight. So goddamn tight.”
She flexed her internal muscles and that just about kicked him over the edge of the control he struggled to maintain.
“Don’t let me down now, Lance. I’m not looking for gentle lovemaking.”
That was what he’d needed to hear. There wasn’t going to be anything gentle about this. Far too long since he’d lost himself in a woman, and for it to be this one, who had always retained a hold on his memory? Raw. Hard. Fast. Deep.
Those were the words ripping through his head as his control eroded.
At the first hard thrust, she nipped his neck and begged for more. He gave it to her.
* * * *
It was the click of his doorknob that alerted Lance to potential trouble. Jasmine lay in his arms and they were on the floor in his bedroom. He flexed his fingers along her arm and smiled when she put his sidearm in his hand, all without moving much.
His perfect woman. They hadn’t been so far gone to forget the need to have protection close.
The bedroom door flung open and Michel pulled up short. Lance got it, the man who believed himself invincible and untouchable had to be shocked to see himself facing down not one but two guns.
“What the fuck are you doing in my place, Michel?”
“Dad wanted me to bring you in.” His beady eyes drifted back to the woman in Lance’s arms.
“Keep your eyes off my woman.” Lance spat out the words.
Michel adjusted himself. “You should share her. Is she not worth the bed? I see a lot of clothing all over your floor.”
Lance sat up, allowing the blanket to fall to his waist. Looking to his left, where Jasmine had the cover tucked under her full breasts but the gun out and pointed with unerring accuracy at Michel, Lance smiled. Bending, he kissed her then stood up, naked.