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“And you, Jasmine. I see you in my future. Don’t you see me in yours?”
“I want you there,” she qualifies, but I’ll take it.
“Then tell me what house you like the best? Or do you think we should keep looking?”
“What if we don’t work out long term, Luke?”
“What if we do, Red?”
She holds my gaze and I can tell that she’s thinking. I don’t even blink.
“Fine, then, if you want the truth, I liked the first one the best.”
I think back to the ranch home and I have to admit I’m surprised. It was probably my favorite too, but it’s not as fancy or as high-end as the others have been. It’s not one I’d imagine a woman picking at all.
“Why was that one your favorite?” I question, curious to know her answer.
“It was all one level. I never liked the idea of those houses with the master downstairs and the other bedrooms upstairs, like the second one we looked at. Then, with this one, there are only two bedrooms. You want at least three or four bedrooms.”
“Why do I want that many bedrooms?” I ask, believing I already know the answer, but wanting to hear her say it. Needing her to have the courage to admit it.
“In case you have more kids.”
“Are you going to give me kids, Red?”
“Luke…” she exhales, the sound ragged.
“Answer me, Red.”
“How about we make it one week without fighting and then, I’ll answer that question?” she compromises.
“That ranch house doesn’t work for me, baby.”
“It doesn’t? Why?”
“The master was on the same side as the kid’s rooms.”
“So?”
“I plan on making you scream and beg often and I’d rather Daisy not hear it.”
She licks her lips as she pulls away, putting just a little space between us. I let her go, although I grab her hand and link our fingers together.
“Then, I guess you better tell the realtor to find some more ranch homes,” she responds and I grin fucking bigger than I think I ever have.
“Daddy! Jaz-min! I want ice cream!” Daisy yells as she comes running back into the house.
“I could use some ice cream too,” Jasmine says much softer than Daisy.
Well, I guess I better take my girls out for ice cream,” I laugh and suddenly today might be one of the best I’ve ever had…35Jasmine“Luke, you have to quit,” I moan, knowing that him stopping is the very last thing that I want.
“Fuck, no, Red,” he murmurs from between my legs, the sound vibrating against my clit as he sucks it back into his mouth.
“Daisy will hear,” I hiss, as he pulls my legs over his shoulders, eating at my pussy with a ferocity that will soon have me coming.
I’m trying to hold on, but I woke up with Luke’s head buried between my legs and I’m not sure I can keep resisting. My hands clutch against his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, the heels of my feet pressing into his back.
“You will need to come quietly,” he growls, and I toss my head back and forth, not so much as in denial, it’s more about the pleasure bombarding me as he thrusts his fingers inside of me, all while working my clit with his mouth.
“Luke,” I moan, feeling my orgasm starting to barrel through me.
“Come for me, Red,” he demands, his fingers biting into my hips with bruising force, as he grinds me against his face.
“Fuck,” I hiss, losing control and unable to hold back any longer.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my face,” he groans and that just makes me come that much harder.
The urge to scream is so huge that I grab a pillow and push it down on my face, biting into the fabric. I come so hard that my entire body quakes, my muffled screams escape as I bite into the pillow so hard that I can feel the fabric tear. It’s so intense, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, so much so that I begin to wonder if I’m going to pass out. I may have lost consciousness, because the next thing I remember is Luke, slowly tonguing my pussy, soothing the tortured area. Then, I can only assume time has passed, because Luke is pulling the pillow from my face. He’s got a towel wrapped around his hips and he’s smiling down at me, his eyes sparkling.
“Luke,” I moan, stretching, because he’s beautiful and being with him is unlike anything I could have guessed existed.
“Don’t really want you to smother yourself, Red. If you’re into that kind of thing, we may have to do some research first,” he jokes. I try to roll my eyes at him, but it requires way too much effort and he’s already worn me out.
“What time is it?”
“Nine-thirty.”
“Daisy—”
“Still sound asleep, baby. Checked on her after you went comatose on me,” he says, bending down to kiss me.
