Keeping Her - Jordan Marie Page 0,15
too,” I tell her softly, placing a kiss on the side of her neck. “You’re going to want to take your shirt off, Red. So, do yourself a favor and take it off now.”
“Why should I?” she asks, defiantly. “Especially since you’ve yet to take one single piece of clothing off.”
“I don’t need to take anything off for what I’m going to give you this time. Now stop fucking questioning me, woman,” I growl, thinking it’s going to be an adventure to get this woman to settle down.
“Right now, I’m trying to decide why I want you,” she mutters, jerking her shirt over her head, revealing a plain white bra that somehow manages to be sexy—probably because it’s Jasmine wearing it.
“The bra too, baby. I’m going to fuck you hard and quick. You’re going to want to play with your nipples.”
“Shouldn’t you be doing some of the work here?” she mutters, unlatching the bra.
“And I would have, but you had to push me. Now, this ride will just be a short, hard one. Now, you need to behave, or I won’t even let you come.”
Her fingers stop at the latch of her bra, as what I said to her settles.
Her eyebrow lifts, as if she can’t believe what I just said. I take my index finger to the clasp that she’s holding but hasn’t undone yet. I flick it quickly so that it releases.
We stare at one another and I wait. Then, she lets it drop to the floor.
“You better be worth this crap,” she mutters.
I have to fucking hold back a laugh. Jesus, this woman…
I grasp the panties on her hip and rip the flimsy fabric, leaving the scraps to float down her leg, to pool at her feet.
Her gasp is audible as a shiver moves through her body.
I undo my belt, then release the button and zipper on my pants. The sound of the zipper sliding down seems loud and she looks over her shoulder to watch.
“Turn back around, Red,” I order.
“I want to see.”
“This isn’t about giving you what you want. It’s about taking what I want.”
“You’re being an ass. I think you just don’t want me to see you because you won’t measure up to your promise,” she argues.
I lean over her, knowing she can feel my hard length rubbing against her ass. I pin her against the side of the couch, as I slide two fingers between her legs, seeking out her pussy.
A growl releases under my breath before I can hold it back. She’s soaking wet for me. I push them inside of her and instantly her heated flesh sucks at my digits, trying to hold onto them. She starts rocking her hips, trying to fuck herself using my hands. I might let her some other day, but not today. I take my hand away, rewarded with her whimper of frustration. I push against her again. I press the back of her hand against my palm, placing them against the back of the couch.
“You better hold on, Red. I’m not doing this gentle.”
“I didn’t ask for gentle—”
Her words break off in a cry as I wrap my hand around my dick, position at her wet cunt and slam inside of her.
“You’re going to learn, Red, that I call the shots when it comes to us fucking,” I growl, slamming into her over and over. I’d worry but she’s thrusting out to meet me, wanting what she’s getting and silently begging for more.
“Shut up, Luke, before you piss me off,” she hisses. I grab her hair in my hand and slide out of her pussy, until just the tip is inside. Then, I slam home again, hard and fast, not stopping until I’m balls deep.
“Oh fuck,” she puffs, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
“What do you think now, baby?” I ask, tugging on her hair that I have in my tight hold, bottoming out, I stop, not moving. “Do I measure up?” I growl into her ear.
“Luke,” she moans, as I rotate my hips, scraping her walls with my dick. She’s fucking tight, literally choking my dick.
“What’s wrong, Red?” I tease, reaching around her to tease her pussy, my fingers grazing her slick cunt. Her entire body quakes beneath me.
“Stop torturing me, Luke, please,” she begs. “I need more.”
“That’s my good girl. I’ll give you more. Now, bring your hand down to your pussy, where mine is,” I instruct. She quickly does as I ask. Her fingers grazing against mine. I move giving her room