“Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Drink me down, lass,” he groaned, rapidly thrusting as he came, spurting ropes of seed into her willing mouth.
And Freya worked her throat, taking every drop he gave her.
When she finished, she released him and sat back on her heels, panting heavily enough her glorious tits swayed. Her pupils were blown. She licked her lips like she enjoyed the taste of him. On a rough groan, he hauled her onto his lap and kissed her.
He tasted himself on her mouth and found it deeply sensual. His hands slid down her back to her ass, which was still covered in itty bitty cutoff jean shorts.
He ripped his mouth away. “Take these off or I’ll rip them off you.”
She gasped at his growled command. But she moved to rise off his lap. And he helped her, ravenous for another taste of her pretty pussy.
When she stood before him without a stitch on, he groaned. “Get back here.”
Jasper yanked her back onto his lap. He wanted to ravish her. Mark her so he ruined her for all other men. He didn’t understand his need, only that he craved her in a way he had no other woman.
His hands slid over her stellar form as he kissed her, drinking down her moans and gasps. But his fingers sought her intimate flesh between her soft thighs.
Shite!
She was fucking drenched. She rocked her hips as he drew his fingers through her folds. He clamped a hand on her hip while his other hand explored her cunt. And then he plunged two thick digits inside her grasping sheath.
She tore her mouth off his and moaned. And he’d never witnessed a lovelier sight.
Freya was slowly but surely going up in flames. Jasper thrust his fingers deep inside her. She glanced down where his hand was buried in her sex. And the lewd sight only added to the flames.
“Jasper,” she moaned, rocking her hips, desperate for friction.
“That’s it, lass. Ride my fingers.”
She gripped his broad shoulders and undulated, her gaze captured in his cobalt one. She didn’t understand why he created such a torrent of desire inside her. Or why she wanted to suck on his cock again. Or why she wanted him to screw her brains out with his massive shaft. Or why she kept coming back, a moth to his flame.
Logically, she knew having sex with him would muddy the waters. But she no longer cared. They were going to be together for the next year. They enjoyed each other’s company. And frankly, they were combustible together.
“That’s it. Take my fingers, fuck them as if they are my cock,” Jasper demanded with a sexy growl. His gaze had turned obsidian with lust.
But she’d been primed and ready when he touched her after giving him head. And it’s why she came before the finger fucking had truly begun. She clung to him as she came, her pussy clamping down on his fingers.
Then he moved her onto her back beside him on the couch and followed her down. He was such a large man. She should have been afraid of his size, given her history. But she reveled in his cut and ripped form, in the weight of him atop her.
But Jasper didn’t stay at her mouth. He kissed his way down her body, stopping at her breasts. Sucking on the nipples until she writhed and clutched at him. But that didn’t stop his progression. He shifted down until his face hovered above her sex. He shot a torrid glance up her body. When their gazes connected, he lowered his mouth to her pussy.
He swiped his tongue against her clit. Then growled, “Fuck, you taste so bloody sweet. I could eat this pussy for days.”
And then her thoughts scattered, only dust in the wind, as he latched his mouth onto her pussy. Her fingers threaded through his inky hair. He lapped at her slit, dragging his tongue from her clit all the way to her anus and back up again. Then he thrust inside her sheath, fucking her with his tongue. She undulated, entranced by his mouth on her.
Her orgasm slammed into her at Mach ten. She wailed as she came, and he lapped at her cream like he didn’t want to miss a drop.
While she floated in a sea of bliss, she watched through half-lidded eyes as he reached down and filched a condom from his basketball shorts.
He ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom down his massive length.
She quivered, waiting breathlessly. He stroked his cock, fisting it, ensuring the condom covered him completely.
“If you don’t want this—”
“Just fuck me already,” she blurted, aching to feel him inside her. They’d been dancing around this for days. She was on fire. She was ready.
He smirked, lust filling his gaze. He dragged the head through her swollen cleft. “Such a pretty pussy.”
He kept rubbing the head against her opening and up around her clit. Until she pleaded. “Please fuck me, Jasper. I need you.”
On his knees, he positioned the head at her entrance. “Then take me, lass.” He gripped her thighs and drove inside in a single swift thrust, burying himself balls deep.
Her mouth rounded as she moaned, her back bowed at the inescapable pleasure. He stretched her because he was freaking huge. And god, but it had been a long time.
“Shite, you’re so tight you’re squeezing my dick.”
She glanced down at where they were joined and moaned. It looked absolutely depraved the way her pussy was spread with his thick shaft plundering her depths.
“Yeah, it is a beautiful sight. The way your pussy is stretched around my dick. Like sliding into hot, wet velvet.” He withdrew and thrust again, traveling even deeper.
“Jasper,” she whispered his name and canted her hips, needing friction, needing for him to fuck her.
He leaned forward, shifting until his torso was aligned. The shift changed the angle of his penetration so he was even deeper inside. He threaded their fingers together beside her head and began moving.
She figured he would fuck her. They’d both climax and be done with it. But she wasn’t expecting this slow mating. She felt every single inch of his huge dick, burrowing deep inside her until she was stuffed with so much cock she thought she’d burst. Then he would begin the long withdrawal.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, moving with him as he slowly but surely fucked her into oblivion. He took his time, like he wanted her to feel him.
“Jasper, please.” She rocked her hips, trying to make him go faster.
“In a bit, I’m enjoying your silken cunt far too much to want to rush this. Just hold out for a little while longer.” He leaned in and murmured in her ear. “And then I will make you come screaming my name, lass.”
“Yes, please.”
“For the next year, this pussy is mine.”
“Yes.” She rocked beneath him.
“Are you on the pill?”
“No. I haven’t been able to afford it.” She admitted and lowered her gaze, shame flooding her over her inability to afford something as simple as birth control.
“It’s all right. Would you be averse to getting on it? Because if we’re exclusive over the next year, I’d like to fuck you without a condom. We can both get tested beforehand. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes.” Anything he wanted at this point. If he wanted her to shave her head and paint it purple, then have her call him Nancy. Anything he wanted, she was game.
“There’s a good lass,” he grunted as he increased his pace.
Jasper went from zero to a hundred and twenty between one breath and the next. And she hung on while he fucked her blind. He slammed inside her. His cock hit the lip of her womb, driving her body higher, nearer that glorious peak.