Page 27 of Stolen By the Hit Man
She lets out a whimper when my fingers wander lower, slipping down the front of her panties. She’s warm here, and I sink lower, parting her wet folds. There she is.
She’s hot, wet, and slick for me.
And I’m salivating for her.
Her body twitches when my finger finds her clit, hard and needing to be touched. “Oh god…”
“I can feel how bad you need it, Jasmyn. You’re fucking soaked.”
She whispers something unintelligible, and I slide my two fingers down either side of her clit, stroking up and down. Her breathing is shallow and jagged as I work her over, toweringover her. I’ve placed myself between her and the world, and I’m never going to leave her exposed.
“That’s it,” she murmurs as I move at a faster pace. Her hips begin to roll, matching my rhythm. “So good, Joaquin!”
I bury my face against her throat as she bucks hard and comes on my hand.
“That’s my pretty girl. Come for me.”
Jasmyn squeaks out a curse as her climax rolls through her. I hold her tight to me as she crests that wave, and hold her steady when she relaxes again.
I turn her around to face me and claim her swollen, parted lips with mine.
“Joaquin, that was…perfect,” she says with a lazy smile, her eyes half shut.
Her eyes widen to saucers at my reply. “Not finished with you yet, baby girl.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jasmyn
He can do what he wants with me.
It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, I’ll take whatever he wants to give.
What Joaquin gives me is something that I can only describe as magical.
I circle my arms around his neck as he picks me up and then lays me on the bed. He hovers over me, and it feels like there’s nothing left of the world but him and me.
He kisses like he can’t get enough of my mouth, my throat, my shoulders.
When he takes fully half my sensitive breast in his mouth, I nearly come up off the mattress. Joaquin sweeps his tongue over my left nipple, making my body sing at the sensation. At the same time, his rough, sandpapery thumb works the right one into a hard bead once again.
It hardly seems possible to feel that arousal again so quickly, but the man builds me back up expertly.
And yet, I doubt he can make me come a second time so soon. “You don’t have to…it might not happen again…”
He doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, this man’s reply is to pop my breast out of his mouth and repeat the same thing to the right one, switching his teasing fingers over to the left. His jeans rub against my thighs as we move together, and it’s not lost on me that if we were both naked, he’d be inside me right now. I must be leaving a trail on the front of his jeans. Strangely, I don’t care.
Even more strangely, Joaquin suddenly pins one of my arms above my head. The next thing I know, I feel his tongue sweeping over my armpit. He inhales deeply as he licks me there, letting out a strangled moan. It’s the most oddly erotic moment of my life.
“Fuck, you smell so good, Jasmyn.”
I have no doubt he means it.
He means everything he says.
“Can’t wait to taste that pussy.”
His eyes lock on mine as I hitch upward, letting him tug my underwear off. He lets me watch him inhale my scent off of them, and I know I’m blushing crimson.
