Page 92 of Powerless
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, almost laughing at how insane this is.
“Can’t have my girl stepping on glass, can I?” He swoops down and sucks on my neck while heading to the garbage. Hard enough I know it will leave a mark.
I thought my heart was racing before. But now? Now it may have stopped altogether.
He washes his hands in the kitchen sink before he comes back, towering over me, all shreds of playfulness gone.
He bends down and kisses the top of my shoulder. “I’ve spent a long time thinking I don’t deserve you,” he whispers. Bending further, his lips move to the top of my hand that’s still clasped over my knee. “That you’re too good for someone like me.”
“Jasper.” I reach out and cup his cheek with my hand, one leg hooking him back to me as he stands up straight. When he’s saying things like this I want to see his eyes. I don’t really give a fuck about following his orders.
There’s no reproach though. Instead, he tilts his head into my touch, and his big, warm body folds around mine.
“I don’t think I suffer from that way of thinking any more. Suddenly I don’t really care about deserving you when it’s so damn clear you belong to me and always have.”
He turns his head and presses a kiss into the center of my palm and moves back down my body as he methodically lays me flat on the cool counter again. My rock-hard nipples rise and fall as I breathe hard. He leans down in front of my spread pussy, pushing me further across the counter as he pulls each of my legs over his shoulders.
Dark blues still on baby blues.
“But, Sloane?”
“Yeah?” I reply instantly, pushing up onto my elbows to better see him.
“I’m done sharing.”
Then his head drops to my pussy, and he makes me see stars with every perfectly placed lick, every growl vibrating through my body. Even the pads of his fingers digging into my thighs make me wild. His hands never stop moving, exploring—driving me insane.
I thrash against the hard marble when he sucks my clit into his mouth firmly. His tongue working softly, and then flicking sharply. Sliding straight into me as he fucks me with it. He adds two fingers, curling them up into a spot I’ve only reached with a toy. But Jasper? He finds it on the first try, shoving me toward release. Just a steam train barreling down a track to ecstasy.
The rush of it all flushes through my body.
“Jasper, I’m going to—”
He pulls away. Mouth gone. Hand gone. Bodyaching.
“What are you doing?” I whine, tipping my head back in frustration.
He smirks at me, licking his lips purposefully as he pushes to stand above me. His hands are at the button on his jeans, casually popping it open and dropping the zipper. I see what looks like a painful erection, ready to bust through the dark denim.
“Making you wait,” he responds as he shucks them off and rubs his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
I clench and release at the gravel in his tone, and his gaze drops between my legs.
“Why?” My voice is breathy when I reach down to touch myself. His eyes flare as I circle my clit shamelessly.
He allows me to get away with it for a few seconds before he lifts my hand and sucks that naughty finger into his mouth. With a loud pop, he pulls it out. “Because I like to watch you squirm. I like to make you wait.”
He tugs his boxers off and . . . my eyes are stuck . . . latched onto his long, hard length.
I wish I had something cool and sexy to say after everything he’s told me tonight. But his dick has quite literally rendered me speechless.
“Something you wanna tell me, Sunny?”
“You’re so fucking hot,” is what I blurt.
Only Jasper Gervais would have a body like a titan, a face like a model, and a cock like a pornstar.
With a deep chuckle, he runs the fat head up and down my slit, taking a few extra seconds to press hard against my clit. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning, from sounding too desperate.
