Chapter Thirteen #2
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.
His bow tie came next, then his shirt. When he peeled them from his body, I was breathless.
Jasper Knighton in clothes was perfection.
Topless . . . he was unearthly. Cut abdominal muscles, firm pecs, and a dusting of dark hair covering his chest. Then he began to unclasp his belt, and my mouth grew dry.
I wanted to see him revealed. I wanted to see his cock.
I wanted to kiss it and take it into my mouth.
My eyes fell to the bulge that was protruding from his pants.
“Eyes on me, Angel,” he ordered, and I snapped my gaze up to meet his. “You look when I tell you to look,” he added, and I kept his stare as I heard his zipper being pulled down. His arm moved, and I knew when I looked down, he’d be holding himself.
I moaned again. He smirked, knowing he was fully in control of me. He was. I couldn’t deny it. My fingers dug into the wood of the saddle rack, and I was so frustrated that I imagined I’d left welts in their place.
“Look,” Jasper suddenly commanded, and my eyes fell to his crotch.
I squeezed my thighs together seeing Jasper revealed.
He stroked his length up and down. He was long, thick, and uncut, and I went to drop to my knees.
Reading what I intended to do, Jasper stepped closer to me and said, “Don’t fucking move. ”
I was statue still, and under his heavy command, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
I had no idea letting go would feel this good.
Jasper lifted his hand to my face and ran his fingertip down my cheek.
It was a moment of softness, of gentleness, before he leaned forward and replaced his finger with his lips, whispering, “I’m going to destroy you for anyone else, Angel,” he said, and I shivered from head to toe.
“I’m going to make you scream so hard that you won’t be able to talk.
I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to take a single step without feeling me inside you. ”
“Yes,” I whispered, turning my head to drop light kisses along his stubbled jaw. Jasper turned too, and then he was kissing me again. My bare breasts were pressed to his naked chest. The feel of him was electric, euphoric.
Then Jasper pulled back, and placing his hand on my waist, he spun me around so fast that I cried out in surprise.
Before I knew what was happening, he pressed my chest to the saddle rack, my ass and pussy spread open and exposed to his eyes.
I clutched the wooden legs of the rack, its padded cushion cool against my breasts.
Jasper’s hands were immediately on my ass, kneading the flesh. “Look at this pussy,” he said, and I shook from need. “That’s it, baby. Your hole is clenching for me.”
I moaned, unable to take it anymore. The way he spoke, the way he took control, it was every fantasy I never knew I wanted to come true.
My body tensed when Jasper’s finger ran down over the seam of my ass and moved down until he circled my clit.
Scalding flames licked over my skin, and then I heard Jasper drop to his knees and he pulled my pussy lips apart.
The humid air kissed at my exposed flesh.
I was wet, so fucking wet.
My cheek was flat against the rack, but I looked behind me, only to see Jasper’s savage gaze locked between my legs.
I moaned again just seeing the overt lust in his eyes.
Then Jasper moved forward, and his tongue licked me from my clit to my entrance, and I screamed.
It took everything I had to not come on the spot.
I was so turned on I could barely breathe.
My fingers bit into the rack’s wooden legs as I held on tight and my eyes rolled back, closed, when Jasper’s tongue began lapping at my pussy.
“Jasper . . .” I moaned as my thighs shook, and I felt the pressure already building at the bottom of my spine.
But Jasper didn’t stop; instead, he moved to my clit, sucking it into his mouth with such vigor that I cried out as I broke apart and a million stars glittered behind my eyes.
My body jerked, but Jasper gave me no reprieve.
“Jasper, please!” I begged, unsure what I was asking for.
But Jasper licked me up and down, pushing a finger inside me instead.
He lifted off the floor as I gasped for breath, body clenching and unclenching around his finger that was still inside me.
Then he laid over my bent body, his chest to my back, and asked, “Are you on birth control?”
“Y-yes,” I stuttered. “I’m clear.”
“So am I,” he said.
“Please,” I said, giving a final consent, then with his hands on my hips, he slammed inside me so fast that my yell echoed off the trailer’s metal walls.
Jasper grunted this time, his perfect control slipping, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips.
When he thrust, he moved so deeply and expertly that I felt the building of another orgasm.
The friction from the saddle rack beneath me made my nipples pebble, and when one of Jasper’s hands slid up to grip the nape of my neck, never missing a beat as he pounded inside of me, I couldn’t help but lie still and be fucked.
“Fuck, Angel,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.” I moaned in response. “So fucking good,” he said, then pushed in from another angle, pressing against the spot inside of me that made me fall apart.
“Yes,” I said, as he became relentless. Shivers chased up and down my spine in relays and my pussy began to squeeze so much that Jasper uttered a tortured groan.
“Come, Angel,” he commanded, and I could feel it there, on the precipice. Jasper was going to make me come again. I was wet, and the explicit sound of Jasper fucking me into the rack ricocheted off the walls around us.
Jasper gripped my hip and neck tighter and barked out, “Come!” As if my body was under his command, I cried out as I came, so hard that tears fell from my eyes.
And it didn’t stop, because Jasper didn’t.
He pushed into me over and over, faster and faster, until my cry became an everlasting, tortured moan.
Until my body shook and shivered so hard, I could barely keep balance on the rack.
Clearly seeing this, Jasper pulled me off the rack like a rag doll, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me across the room.
Jasper’s pants had been removed at some point, and he slammed me against the wall.
I was wrecked. My body was used and exhausted, but when Jasper set my feet down on the floor, he reached beside him and pulled a new set of reins from an unopened package.
Grabbing hold of both of my wrists, he wrapped the reins around them, then lifted, the leather straps pulling my arms above my head.
I fought for breath as Jasper tied them to a bridle hook above me.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his eyes roving over my strung-up body.
My pussy still throbbed from coming twice, but the way Jasper looked at me, with hunger and want in his gaze, I felt my clit pulse again, impossibly needing more.