Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I squeezed my legs together, my clit pulsing. My hips rolled forward, looking for any kind of friction. But Jasper kept me away from him, completely controlling the moment.
“Jasper!” I groaned in frustration.
He reared back and stared into my eyes. Jasper looked ruined, untamed. His cheeks were flushed, and his nostrils were flaring. He lifted his hand and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’ve fucking teased me for weeks, Angel,” he said, voice so gruff it brought goose bumps to my skin. I rolled my hips again, searching for release, when Jasper took hold of my arms and spun me, pushing me to the center of the room where a padded wooden saddle rack stood.
Jasper turned me in his arms, leaning me against it, and, taking hold of the cowl neck of my silky dress, he yanked it down to my waist, revealing my nude strapless bra. He reached behind me, and in less than a second, my bra fell to the floor, putting my breasts fully on display.
Jasper groaned as I was bared to him, his tongue peeking out to run along his lips. “Perfect,” he murmured, then bent his head, taking my right nipple in his mouth. “Jasper!” I screamed, my head tilting back as shards of electricity zipped from my breasts to my already dripping pussy. I gripped the back of his head and pushed him harder into my flesh, crying out when he bit down on my nipple before moving to my next one, giving it the same rough and ecstatic treatment.
I was spinning. With my eyes closed and Jasper’s mouth finally on my body, I was a live wire. Every part of me was radiating raw need and heat. Jasper pulled back from my breasts, then meeting my eyes, he kept his stare locked on me as he grabbed my dress that was gathered around my waist and began pulling it over my hips.
His mouth never left me. Jasper kissed down my torso, licking his tongue over my stomach until my dress was flung to the floor and he began kissing along the edge of my panties. I thrust my hips forward, searching for his mouth, his tongue, fucking anything to relieve the building pressure between my legs.
But Jasper didn’t comply. His heated stare told me exactly who was in charge right now—and it wasn’t me. It wasn’t like me to submit, but right now, with this version of Jasper, I’d willingly drop to my knees and do anything he wanted if he’d just finally give in and make me come.
Breathless, I watched as Jasper hooked his fingers under the thin string of my thong and began to pull it down. “Do you want me to touch your pussy, Angel?” he said, and I almost came just from that sentence leaving his lips. Angel. He was calling me angel again, and that endearment spilling from his mouth was the headiest aphrodisiac.
“Yes,” I whispered, moving my hips again. Jasper stilled, and I stopped moving too. His commanding chocolate eyes told me to shut up and obey. I was hot, so fucking hot. Then Jasper began to pull down my thong, so slowly it was torturous, and I moaned so loudly that I wouldn’t have been surprised if they could hear it all the way in the ballroom.
“Quiet, Angel,” Jasper said, shaking his head. “Don’t make me gag you.”
The thought of that alone made me want to push my luck. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do to me. I wanted to see this man fall from his perfectly protected pedestal. I wanted to see him descend into the most primal, untethered version of him. I wanted wild and I wanted Jasper tearing me apart in the most ungentlemanly way possible.
Threading my thong and dress over my feet, Jasper placed his hands on the sides of my calves and began to smooth his way up my legs. “Fucking perfection,” he said, drinking in my naked state. When he got to my hips, he pulled me forward, licking along where my upper thighs met my pussy.
“Jasper,” I moaned, and he looked up at me again.
“I’m gonna taste this pussy,” he said, and I nodded in agreement. Anything. Please! I was fully waxed, and he kissed over my bare skin. I pushed his head down, trying to get him to go lower, but instead, Jasper got to his feet. I leaned back against the saddle rack and never took my eyes off him, watching his every move. Jasper kept our gazes locked as he began to unbutton his black tux jacket. Each move he made was slow and purposeful, and he was driving me goddamn insane.
But I held my tongue. I knew he’d only go slower if I pushed it. But shit, he was handsome. Olive skin, dark features with stubble covering his cheeks. He was lust personified, a deadly sin I was happily committing.