I know what you’re asking. Try to ask it gently.
He’s being responsible, but it still strikes a chord.
I join up.
“I don’t know, Jasper. Why don’t you tell me? You are the one who always hangs out with different women.
His fingers throb my legs and his eyes lock onto mine. A knowing smile appears on his lips.
“I like you with your claws out, Sloane. He lifts my hands off the counter and puts one on each knee. This is uncomfortable? Sitting here?
Uncomfortable? You are kidding me? I don’t even know what comfort is anymore. All I can think about is cumming with his hands on me.
-No.
-Good. He licks his lips as he stares at me, biting his lower lip to suppress a smile. Stay like that.
And then he turns around and… leaves.
I turn my head to look at him. Ready to yell at him.
“What the…?”
“I was just about to tell you that I’ve never had sex without a condom, Sloane. He bends down and picks up the bowl from the floor. I was about to tell you that the only way you could be more beautiful was with my cum in that tight little pussy.
“Jesus,” I murmur, feeling a blush take over my entire body.
He nonchalantly picks up a banana and puts it in the bowl, followed by a couple of apples that must be ruined by now.
-But you had to make that sarcastic comment. A little jealous hint. So now you can wait.
He shakes his head and my hands tremble on my knees. Who was going to tell me that sitting here, exposed, waiting for him to fuck me, would make me hornier.
I start to gasp and he grabs a broom and dustpan from the corner and carefully sweeps up the broken glass behind where I sit.
-What the hell are you doing? I ask, almost laughing at how crazy this is.
“I can’t let my girl step on glass, can I?” He pounces on me and sucks on my neck as he goes to the trash. Strong enough to leave a mark on me.
I used to think my heart was racing. But now? Now it may have stopped altogether.
He washes his hands in the kitchen sink before returning, towering over me, without a hint of amusement.
He leans down and kisses my shoulder.
“I’ve spent a lot of time thinking that I don’t deserve you,” he whispers. He leans in further and his lips go to the top of my hand, which is still gripping my knee. That you’re too good for someone like me.
Jasper. I reach out and caress her cheek; one leg hooks him to me as he straightens. When he says things like that I want to see his eyes. I don’t give a shit about following your orders.
But he doesn’t reproach me. Instead, he leans his head toward me, his big, warm body folding around mine.
-I think I no longer suffer from that way of thinking. Suddenly I don’t care that I deserve you when it’s so clear that you belong to me and have always belonged to me.
He turns his head, kisses the center of my palm, and moves back down my body as he methodically lays me down on the cold counter. My rock-hard nipples rise and fall as I breathe heavily. He leans down in front of my open pussy, pushing me further onto the counter as he throws my legs over his shoulders.
Dark blues still on baby blues.
“But, Sloane?”
-Yeah? I respond instantly, rising on my elbows to see him better.
I’m done sharing.
Then he lowers his head to my pussy and makes me see stars with every perfectly placed lick, every grunt that makes my body vibrate. Even the pads of his fingers digging into my thighs drive me crazy. His hands don’t stop moving, exploring, driving me crazy.
I thrash against the hard marble as he forcefully puts my clitoris into his mouth. His tongue works gently and then slides in sharply. He slides right into me as he fucks me with it. He adds two fingers, curling them into a spot I’ve only reached with a toy. But Jasper? He finds it on the first try, pushing me toward release. A steam train that moves along the track of ecstasy.
The emotion runs through my entire body.
“Jasper, I’m going to…”
He moves away. The mouth is gone. Without hand. Sore body .
-What are you doing? I whimper, throwing my head back in frustration.
He smiles at me and licks his lips as he climbs on top of me. His hands are on the button of his jeans, casually opening them and lowering the zipper. I see what looks like a painful erection, about to break through the dark jeans.
“Make you wait,” he responds as he takes them off and rubs his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
I clench and unclench at the gravel of his tone, and his gaze descends between my legs.
-Because? -My voice is broken when I reach down to touch myself.
His eyes light up when I shamelessly circle my clit.
He lets me have my way for a few seconds before raising his hand and putting his naughty finger in his mouth. With a loud click, he pulls it out.
-Because I like to see you squirm. I like to make you wait.
He takes off his boxers and… my eyes stay fixed, glued to his long, hard length.
I wish I had something cool and sexy to say after everything you’ve said to me tonight. But his cock has literally left me speechless.
“Do you want to tell me something, Sunny?”
“You’re fucking hot,” is what I blurt out.
Only Jasper Gervais would have a titan’s body, a model’s face and a porn star’s cock.
With a deep chuckle, he runs his fat head up and down my slit, taking a few extra seconds to press hard against my clit. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, to keep from sounding too desperate.
I see him pass his cock all over my pussy. Gripping it firmly. Provoking me with the tip. Putting it in, watching my body stretch for him, and pulling it out again.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Sloane?”
“Yessss,” he hissed.
He lifts his thick cock and lewdly slams it again into my wet core.
Ask politely.
“You have guts, Gervais,” I tell him, getting horny.
He arches an eyebrow as if to say: Go ahead. And I haven’t come this far to back out now, so without hesitation I say, “Yes, please.”
My whole body is a huge heartbeat. Just a pulse covered in desperate flesh. I have never felt so eager and I have never felt so desired.
As if we were two opposite ends of a magnet, there is no way to resist the attraction.
There are forces beyond us at work now, and we are at their mercy.
Maybe it’s science.
Maybe it’s destiny.
But when Jasper slides into me and murmurs with a playful smile, “What a polite girl,” all I know is that she’s fine.
We are correct.
My eyelashes flutter as I struggle to accommodate his size. My legs tremble as they wrap around his waist and latch onto his firm butt.