Page 57 of Judge Me Not

Tremors take hold. He grabs my hips and pulls my lower body closer to his mouth, sucking and gnawing on me until I see stars.

I'm breathing harder than I ever have. He glances up, wipes his face on his arm, then removes his shirt and drops his pants.

I gape at his erection and abs and pecs and thighs, not knowing what part of his body I love the most.

He fists his cock. "Like what you see?"

"Yes," comes out in my raspy voice.

You'd have to be a blind nun not to appreciate his ripped body.

He smirks.

I crawl back on my elbows until I hit the headboard, and he shimmies up my body, nibbling, licking, and sucking on the way.

The flicking of his tongue against mine is potent heroin for an addict. I want more and can't get enough. I hungrily kiss him back, tasting my orgasm, ready to overdose on his every touch.

I slide my hands over his rock-hard abs and to his cock, palming his shaft, and he groans.

"I can't get over how sexy you are," he murmurs, fists my hair, and drags his teeth down my neck.

"Oh God," I moan, wondering how he knows exactly what to do with my body.

He flips over to his ass, grabs a condom off the dresser, and rips it open. He puts it on and straddles me over him.

The tip of his erection teases me, pushing into my sex, and flames lick my skin.

He holds my head firm to his lips. His eyes twinkle. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," I whimper and slowly sink more on his erection.

"Good. I want all of you." He grips my hips, moving me up and down, inching me onto him until our skin meets.

I can't stop moaning. My walls pulse against him, full, needy, buzzing from his sweet friction.

"Just like that, Jasmine. Fuuuuuck," he growls, thrusting his hips into me.

I put my elbows on his shoulders, pushing my breasts in his face.

He moves his thumb to my clit, making quick circles, and adrenaline flies to all my cells. "Don't stop moving," he mumbles then sucks on my nipple so hard, a bolt of pleasure goes straight to my sex.

I'm quivering, humming like never before. Fireworks of pleasure burst over and over in all my cells.

And then he pushes me farther over the edge. He climaxes, stretching my walls, hitting something in me I didn't know existed.

I scream out his name as he groans mine then hang limp over his body. He circles his arms around me tightly. When I finally catch my breath, I lift my head out of the curve of his neck.

He kisses me and pushes a lock of my sweaty hair behind my ear. "You okay?"

I smile. "Yes. The best I've been in a long time."

"Me, too," he admits.

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm." He scoots down and kisses me then pulls me into his arms.

I curl into his chest, and for the first time ever, I feel safe and happy. As if things might just be okay.

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