Keeping Her - Jordan Marie Page 0,36
I figure that I somehow fucked up yet again. So, I wait, because I’m sure Jasmine will tell me soon enough.
“Who raised you? Club girls?” she asks.
“What?”
“It’s a simple question, Luke. Who raised you?”
“Why does that even matter?”
“Because it does. Who raised you?” she asks again, her face thoughtful.
“I swear woman, you’re giving me a headache. I like it better when your mouth is so full of my cock you can’t give me shit,” I growl.
“You did not just say that to me.”
“I did and what’s more I meant it!” I bark.
“Well, if that’s all you are looking for, Grunt, they make these dolls you can stick your dick into that can’t talk.”
“And those are looking better and better,” I lie.
I shouldn’t be turned on right now, but damn it all to hell, I am. The madder Jasmine gets, the more fire her eyes and mouth shoot at me and I’m probably a twisted son of a bitch, but it makes me hard has fucking nails.
“A word of advice, Luke,” she bites out through clenched teeth. “Keep your dick away from my mouth right now because if it gets anywhere close, I’ll bite it off.”
“Point made,” I mumble with a wince. “Did you know you alternate between calling me Grunt and Luke when you’re pissed?” She lets out a breath of air that sounds like a pissed off bear. “Or maybe you are doing it enough so that I call you on that shit and spank your ass.”
“In your dreams,” she mutters, trying to jerk free of my hold.
“Is that what you’re doing, baby? Do you want me to spank you?” I murmur, leaning in to breathe deep against her neck, taking her scent into my lungs like some fucking addict—because I am. I’m addicted to Jasmine.
“Let go of me and I’ll show you,” she taunts, pulling against my hold.
“I don’t think I have to let you go to see. I have a way of checking without one word being passed between us,” I tell her softly.
I feel her body tremble against me, watch as her eyes dilate. My gaze drops down to take in the way her chest moves as her breathing becomes ragged.
“Luke, stop,” she responds, but her voice is threaded with desire and the tone of it feels like a caress.
She rubs her lips together and I can feel the war inside of her. I know she’s trying to fight this pull between us. Hell, that’s probably the smart thing to do. I should do that too. I should have from day one, but I can’t.
“You don’t mean that, Red,” I argue, my hand going to the button on her jeans.
Her eyes close, and another shudder moves through her.
“This doesn’t solve anything, Luke,” she argues, but all I can think is that she didn’t say no.
“Maybe it will solve everything,” I respond, as I release the zipper on her pants.
“I don’t see how.”
Her voice is soft now, barely a whisper, and her skin is heated against my fingertips.
“This is how you and I relate the best, baby.”
Her body bows, her back presses against the fender of my truck, and I release her hands as her upper body reclines back on the hood, her hair surrounding her beautiful face like a damn halo.
I push her pants down, and she moves her legs as far apart as she can. It’s not much, but it gives me room to slide my hand under her panties and cup her sex. I lift her higher on my body, wanting her comfort above anything else and I groan as the wetness I find there greets me when I caress the lips of her pussy.
“I think that’s physical, not truly relating, Luke,” she whines, her hips thrusting out, seeking my attention.
I push my fingers inside of her and she rewards me with her cry of pleasure. I tease her, curling my fingers inside, petting her tender walls, pushing her to get even more lost in the passion we share. She’s mostly hidden and this time of night the road is barely traveled, but every now and then a car passes, the lights abnormally bright. If it wasn’t for that, I’d have her take her shirt off, play with her tits and watch them bounce as I fuck her hard. I don’t want some asshole seeing them though. They’re mine, for my eyes only. Jasmine may not accept that claim just yet, but it’s true. What is between us is too fucking powerful to deny.
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