Page 5 of Unbound
“Your skin is flushed. Those pretty pink nipples on your gorgeous tits are hard and begging for my mouth. And I can feel the wetness in that pretty pussy of yours. You’re soaking my cock, and you’re just going to get wetter.”
“Damn it, Jasper,” I gasped, my breath coming in pants. “Fuck me. Please, God, fuck me.”
“Hell yes, I’m going to fuck you.” His hands found my hips, hitching me up as his mouth found my own. He kissed me deep, stroking and exploring and claiming, as he continued to work his cock through the slickness of my lower lips, teasing but never giving me what I wanted, what I craved.
“Get ready, baby.” Breaking the kiss so quickly I gasped, he pressed his lips to the curve of my neck and sank his teeth in. I bucked against him as my legs wrapped around his hips, grinding my center against his erection.
The swollen head pushed between my lower lips, pressing against my clit so hard that my body clenched and I cried out. He rocked his hips, and in one hard thrust, he was seated inside of me, his cock pushing through my slick, swollen inner channel until his hips tapped against my own.
“Oh my God.” I squirmed, the full length inside just a little too big, a little too much, even though he’d already been inside of me. He didn’t give, holding the position mercilessly as he braced his weight on hands pressed against the sides of the pole.
“You’re not the first woman I’ve been with.” Irritation snaked through me, whip fast—who said that when they were balls-deep inside of someone? He smirked and nipped at my lower lip. “But you’re the one who knows me.”
I melted, softening—how could I not? Then I shrieked because he pulled all the way back and slammed all the way in, claiming me in the most basic of ways.
My fingers scrabbled against the pole; I wanted to dig them into his shoulders, leaving bites from my nails that he’d feel the next day. I couldn’t do anything but hold on as his hands grasped my hips, his thrusts unyielding as he took me, hard.
The upper half of my body was held immobile by the belt; my breasts jiggled over the top of the leather band. Sweat slicked my skin, scenting the air with salt as Jasper worked his way in and out, my flesh clenching so tightly around him that when he pulled most of the way out it felt as though I’d lost something.
“Why can’t I get enough of you?” He panted this into my neck as the rocking of his hips grew faster, his thrusts shorter. He groaned when I pushed my hips back, begging for more. “I don’t like seeing you in danger.”
I didn’t answer—he didn’t expect me to. I focused on the pleasure that was rising, coiling tighter inside of me every time his rigid length dragged over my clit on his way inside and out.
“Jasper. Please. Please!” One of my shoes slipped off, flying across the room. I tilted my pelvis up, letting him push deeper, and the change of angle was all it took.
I cried out when the pressure inside of me exploded. My legs locked around his waist, holding him in place as the waves took me over. Harsh noises came from his throat as my slick inner walls pulled at him, coaxing out his own pleasure.
Dipping his head, he pressed his forehead to mine, fingers clenching the meat of my hips. Filling me up, he looked directly into my eyes as he pulsed inside of me, his face going slack as we went over the edge together.
We stayed like that for a long moment, bodies loose from release. My arms started to tingle, pins and needles piercing the flesh as my body urged me to move from that position.
I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to move again. All I could do was kick the other shoe off.
Jasper, being Jasper, took charge of the situation. Holding me in place with his hips, cock still inside of me, he reached around behind the pole and undid the belt. Tossing it to the floor, he wrapped his arms around me, carrying me to the bed.
Nudging the duffel bag off of it with one knee, he held me close as he pulled the covers back with one hand. Gently, he laid me back on cool sheets, then dipped his head to press a kiss to the red stripe that the belt had left.
The moment his cock left me, I wanted it back. Still, the view was nice as I used all my remaining strength to roll myself to the side, staring unabashedly at that high, tight ass as he tugged off the condom and tossed it into the garbage.
When he turned back to the bed, he rested one knee on it as he looked me up and down, his stare trailing slowly, letting him take in the details. A smile of satisfaction curved his lips as he parted my legs with one hand, swiping a finger through my wetness.
“I like seeing you like this,” he said as he held up his damp fingers for me to see. “Your skin marked from my touch, your pussy wet from my cock.”
“Mmm.” All I could do was murmur a sleepy assent. I was exhausted.
Lowering himself to the mattress, he stretched out beside me. “The motel will get you your own room, if you want. But I can keep you safe better if you stay here with me.”
I smiled at that, eyes closed. He could keep me safe better, of course. That was why he wanted me to stay.
He was lying, or at least only telling me part of the truth. We both wanted me to stay because even though we’d only met each other that morning, it just felt right.
