Page 92 of Hot for the Jerk

“Nothing.I don’t know.”I gave him a pleading look.“I’m new at this.”Then I rolled my eyes.“Can you imagine what kind of an absolute basket case psycho I would have been seven years ago when we tried to go out the first time?”

“I’m beginning to get an idea,” he said wryly.His grip on my shoulders tightened.“Raina, if you need verbal confirmation, I can do that.Do you need that?”

My nod was pathetic and small.

“Okay.I would very much like to have sex with you again.Many times, in fact.As many times as you would like.And if my dick needs a break, you are welcome to sit on my face and drench my beard.”

My jaw dropped.

He smirked.

“What I’m trying to say is, you don’t have to worry about me not wanting to have sex with you.I do.Very much.With no end date to that want in sight.”

I glanced down between us to where a very obvious, very pointed tent big enough for a three-ring circus stuck out at me from the front of his loose pants.

My core clenched.“Can we do it again now?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”Then he scooped me up caveman style, swinging me over his shoulder, and carried me back to the guest room.But I slapped his butt before he tossed me onto the mattress.

“My bed.It’s bigger, more comfy, and that’s where the condoms are.”

“On it,” he said, spinning around and jogging lightly through the suite toward my bedroom, where he swung me down off his shoulder and into his arms, before setting my feet on the floor.Jagger was taller than me, and bigger than me, and most definitely stronger than me.He pushed me down onto the bed without even trying.

I reached for him, and he covered me, taking my mouth with his.He was the first man I’d ever truly kissed—so I had no frame of reference—but from what I could tell, he was good at it.His tongue wasn’t too forceful, his lips were soft, and the way he softly nibbled on my bottom lip had my hips jumping up off the bed.

His hands had mine, and he laced our fingers together as he hovered over me, plundering my mouth, devouring my moans and whimpers while sensually grinding his cock against me.We were dry-humping like teenagers, and I kind of loved it.

My teenage years were nothing short of depressing.My father was a tyrant who didn’t let me do anything besides go to school, play piano, and look after my siblings.Even though I was the youngest, I was still required to “look after” my brothers.Which meant helping my mother with all the household chores, like making the beds, laundry, cleaning, and meals.My brothers did absolutely nothing.I was allowed to read, but only books that my father pre-approved.I never dated, never went out with friends—because all my friends were part of the congregation—and wasn’t even allowed to be in a room alone with a boy unless he was my brother or father.Never mind the fact that incestual rape was rampant in our organization, particularly by fathers and older brothers to their younger sisters.I didn’t experience that—but I knew others who did.

Jagger’s mouth traveled down my neck and he moved south slowly, inching my shirt up so he could press warm, damp kisses across my ribs.I arched my back a little and drove my fingers into his hair.

“I want to touch you.”

Oh shit, did I say that out loud?

His hooded, lust-filled glance up my body said that I did.“I want you to touch me too.”

I swallowed, and he rolled over onto his back.

“Your speed, Rosebush,” he said with a reassuring nod.

Exhaling out through thin lips, I reached for the elastic of his pants and tugged it down.Just like last night, his cock sprang free of its confines andthwackedagainst his lower belly.A dewy bead of precum glistened on the tip of the deep-purple crown over the slit.

I licked my lips.“Can I—”

“You absolutely do not need to ask me if you can do anything to me, Raina.Use me.Abuse me.”

One corner of my mouth curled up.Then I gathered some of that strength Jagger said I had so much of and reached out for him.

Boldness took control, and I straddled his thighs, exploring his body with my hands.I learned his muscles, ran my fingers over the sculpted ridges of his abs, through his chest hair, over his pecs and arms, the hard peaks of his nipples.A body like this, muscles like Jagger’s, should be illegal.

I traced my touch with my tongue, kissing along his ribs, biting gently on each nipple and eliciting a low, surly growl from the depths of his chest.Using my thumb, I swirled that precum around the tip, before stroking him to the base and back.

When I braved a glance up at him, all I saw staring back at me was awe.Dipping my head, I flicked my tongue over the crown and he sucked in a sharp breath.Smiling, I did it again, and again, before finally gripping him by the base and angling him into my mouth.I hadn’t given a blowjob in a really long time, so no way in hell was I going to deep-throat right away.Something told me Jagger wouldn’t shove my head down with angry force, gagging me and holding me there as I struggled not to puke.Jagger was such a better man than Josiah.

Over and over again, I dropped my head, taking more and more of him into my mouth each time, until finally, I felt comfortable to bottom out, letting him knock my tonsils.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his fingers tangling in my hair, but not applying any pressure.“You’re such a good girl.Oh, fuck yeah.”

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