Page 90 of Trust Me

“Elio,” Jasmine pants, fisting the sheets beside her.

“First, you’ll come on my fingers, then my tongue, then my cock. Sound good?”

Her words are jumbled as I fuck her with my fingers, the sound of her arousal filling the room along with her moans and whimpers.

Remembering what I threw in my bag last minute, I pull my fingers out of her and grab it from the duffel on the floor.

Jasmine whines in response. “What are you doing? Get back inside me.”

I nearly come in my pants because those are the four hottest words when put together.

I find the vibrator I stole from her collection, a pink bullet-looking one. I turn it on, the buzz filling the room.

“Elio, tell me you didn’t steal my vibrator.” She chuckles, throwing her hands over her face.

“What’s yours is mine, no?” I tease, running the end of the vibrator over her nipple. Jasmine’s body jolts, her eyes popping widely.

“Do you wanna play?” I ask, always needing her consent.

“Yes,” she tells me easily. Her eyes lock on the vibrator, probably wondering where it is going next.

I run it over her other nipple, humming in satisfaction when her mouth parts with the softest moan. I run it down her stomach, watching as she quivers with each touch. Then I bring it to her inner thighs, which begin to shake.

I fucking love seeing her like this.

I bring it close to her clit, but not close enough.

“Elio. Don’t, please,” she begs, looking genuinely distressed, so I give in.

I bring the vibrator to her clit while slamming my fingers back inside of her, my cock hardening as her back bows off the bed and she moans wildly.

“Coat my fingers, dolcezza. Let me feel you,” I order, my voice husky with a burning desire for this girl.

My words set her off, her orgasm squeezing the life out of my fingers as her cunt contracts around them, her cum covering them. I love watching her come undone. It never gets old.

If I wasn’t such a possessive asshole, I’d video it, but I’m too paranoid about it getting leaked. And no one sees her like this. No. Fucking. One.

I turn the vibrator off and chuck it to the side. Then I settle between her thighs, planting kisses along her inner thighs before finally making my way to heaven.

I lick her slit, loving the way her hips buck at the feeling. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her legs spreading even wider to give me better access. I purposefully avoid her clit, teasing her entrance with my tongue, lapping at her as I suck, kiss, and lick her from top to bottom.

“Elio, I swear if you don’t touch my clit, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

“I…uh. Nothing, okay? Just fucking do it,” she belts out in frustration.

I chuckle, her feisty side turning me on more than anything. I bring my tongue near her clit, tracing circles around it, getting close but not close enough. She whines in protest, and I oblige her needs, giving her clit the softest touch with my tongue.

“Are you kidding—” Her annoyance is cut short when I suck her clit into my mouth, hard.

Her second orgasm arrives unexpectedly, her thighs clamping around my head as I continue to suck and lick at her cunt until she relaxes.

Once she’s sated, I bring my head up to her body, planting kisses all over it until I reach her lips. Our kiss is sweet, despite the need raging in both of our bodies.

I flip onto my back, lifting my hips to shrug out of my sweats and briefs. Then I toss my hoodie off. Jasmine crawls onto my lap, straddling me. She reaches between us, taking my thick cock in her hand as she lines it up with her entrance.

We both let out the loudest goddamn sigh of pleasure as she slides down my cock. Our foreheads fall together, our heavy breaths mingling together as we try to regulate them.

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