I watch him run his cock all over my pussy. Fisting it firmly. Teasing me with the tip. Pushing it in, watching my body stretch for him, and pulling it back out.
“You want me to fuck you, Sloane?”
“Yesss,” I hiss out.
He lifts his thick cock up and slaps it back down lewdly on my wet core. “Ask politely.”
“You’ve got some nerve, Gervais,” I say, going hot all over.
He quirks a brow as if to say, Go on. And I didn’t make it this far to back down now, so without hesitation I say, “Yes, please.”
My entire body is one huge heartbeat. Just a pulse covered by desperate flesh. I’ve never felt so wanton and I’ve never felt so desired.
Like we’re two opposite ends of a magnet, there’s no resisting the pull. There are forces beyond us at work now, and we’re at their mercy.
Maybe it’s science.
Maybe it’s fate.
But when Jasper slides himself inside me and murmurs with a playful smile, “Such a polite girl,” all I know is that it’s right.
We’re right.
My lashes flutter down as I struggle to accommodate his size. My legs shake as they wrap around his waist and latch together over his firm ass.
His hands start on my thighs and slide sensually up over every curve while he’s seated inside of me. Fingers pulse over my breasts, and his hips shove forward even though he’s as far in as he can get. His arms wrap around my rib cage, and he pulls me up to him, hands splaying possessively over my back as the fullness inside me shifts.
“Jasper, it’s too much,” I murmur, dropping my forehead against his chest.
He plants a kiss against my hair and pulls out, like he’s going to grant me some reprieve. His head drops beside my ear, and he whispers, “You can take it,” right before driving back in.
“Oh god!” I call out as he works himself in and out. Not too fast, but not too slow. Every movement is measured—controlled—and with him, of course, it is.
His career.
His mental game.
His protective streak.
His trauma.
It all makes so much sense.
“Fuck, Jasper!” I gasp as he works me over. He kisses me hard. He brings me to the edge and pulls us both back. I let him take care of me the way he needs to, and I revel in it. I trust him so implicitly. It comes so easily.
I bask in his attention, in the way his hands move over my skin, the way his lips fit so perfectly against mine, the way he chants my name in my ear as he moves against me. Hips slamming roughly making a slapping noise against my ass for several seconds before easing off and rendering me senseless with slow, deep strokes that keep the pressure in my core building in the most delicious way.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs. “So fucking tight.”
It feels like I’m riding waves in the ocean, my body soft and relaxed, the white noise of water tumbling in my ears accompanied by his deep, rumblings of worship.
My body feels more his than mine, and I’m entirely at peace with that notion.
I can feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of him inside me. And it makes me wild. I scratch at him, my nails raking against his back. Urging him to give me more. I bite at him. I’m downright feral with my need for him.
“Closer. Deeper. More,” I beg, and he gives me everything I ask for and more. Eyes always coming back to mine, watching me so damn closely. Cataloguing every little motion, every gasp of pleasure.
Learning me as I learn him.
“Jasper . . .” I moan as he carefully lies me back down on the chilly marble, hands roaming reverently, fluttering over my throat for a moment before shifting down to my hips. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
My hands wrap around his veined forearms, and my eyes sweep over his perfectly defined torso. It’s dotted with perspiration and goes taut every time his hips flex forward into me.
He glances down at my left hand before hitting me with that intense eye contact of his again. “Tell me you’re mine, Sloane.” His thrusts slow, and the look he gives me shows a flash of insecurity.
One that doesn’t need to be there.
Without hesitation I say the words. “I’m yours, Jasper. I always have been.”
Satisfaction flares in his dark irises, and he unleashes on me, one hand slipping down to rub my clit while he fucks me hard enough to make my body slide and stick against the marble.
“And you always will be,” he grunts out as we combust, each of us belonging more to the other than to ourselves as I feel him jerk and spill himself inside me.
27
Jasper
I drop back down over her perfect fucking body, dragging soft, messy kisses over her sweat-slicked chest. I work to get my vision straight, blinking and willing my heart rate to even out.
All my hottest sexual fantasies have featured Sloane.
And none of them were as hot as the real thing.
Her fingers comb through the back of my hair. “It’s a shame that I’ve peaked at only twenty-eight,” she breathes out raggedly. “I’m sure every sexual experience will be downhill after that.”
I chuckle against her and it vibrates through her body. I love feeling this connected to her right now. Like I could send her subliminal messages and she’d just know.
“Sunny, we’re only getting started.” I pull away, and my cock slips from her heat. A rush of cum follows, spilling out. Holding her gaze for a beat, I reach down and use one finger to slide it back in. My cock hardens as I work her, practically ready to go again when she whimpers and clenches around me.
I stand, wanting to see her right now. Not just being mine, but really looking like mine.
My eyes rake over her body, all splayed out for me. My stubble burn on her chest. My cum inside her. And I smirk, feeling incredibly satisfied with the mess we’ve made.
“Fuck,” she huffs out, eyes fluttering shut, as I continue to slide my finger in and out of her.
“Is that a request, Sloane?”
Her lips quirk up, her mesmerizing blue eyes taking on a dreamy, faraway look that I want to get lost in. “No, Jasper. It’s a demand.”
I immediately reach for her, pull her into me, and lift her up in my arms. “Whatever my girl wants,” I rumble against her hair as I carry her into the living room.
Then I drop her to the couch, put her on all fours, and drag her ass up into position before giving in to all of her demands.
Repeatedly.
I expected to wake up with Sloane’s head pressed to my chest. Instead, I wake up with her naked and straddling me, running her hands all over my chest, her perfect tits with this alluring little C-shape beneath them.
“Eyes up here, Gervais.” Her fingers pinch and give a little tug to the hair on my chest, drawing my attention to her face.
“Wasn’t trying to find your eyes, Winthrop.” I shoot her a wicked grin, one that doesn’t come out to play much.
It dawns on me that I don’t smile much, period. Don’t usually feel inclined. But with Sloane, they crop up out of nowhere. There’s a special power in being able to make a person smile just by existing.
“Pig,” she huffs, dropping her chin shyly and going back to tracing the lines of my tattoos with her fingers.
“I’ve spent years getting lost in your eyes, Sloane. The rest of you though? It’s all new. I imagine this is what going to Disneyland for the first time is like. Overstimulating.”