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“Are you okay?” he asks a second time.
“I’m fine.” Well that was profound. If he weren’t sitting right there I would totally facepalm myself.
At the stop sign, he turns to me, reaching across the seat to turn my head so I’m looking at him and not out the window.
“You don’t seem fine, sweetheart. You’re tenser than a statue and chewing that bottom lip of yours like it did you wrong.”
I immediately stop nibbling at my bottom lip. Damn my nervous tick for giving me away.
“Sorry. I’m just… processing.”
He cups my cheek in his big hand and I nuzzle my face against it like a cat in heat. Why is it that one small gesture from Jasper has me ready to strip off all my clothes and rub myself all over him?
He’s just being kind, I remind myself.
“Was it something I did?” he asks.
My eyes pop open and I look at his concerned face. “No. It’s not you. Not at all. Tonight was…” I stumble over my words not really knowing what to say without giving too much away. “Well, it was perfect.” So much for not giving too much away.
Idiot.
The smile on his face is interrupted when a car behind us honks. The moment is broken as he starts driving again. This time the silence between us feels less fraught with tension. Like we’ve come to some kind of agreement even if we didn’t finish our conversation.
Back at my house, we both go our separate ways. Him to the guest room and me to my bedroom. I change out of my clubwear and into a frilly nightgown. I’m asleep moments after I crawl under the covers.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Jasper
As soon asthe door to my room closes, I’m yanking off my belt and ripping my jeans open. Within thirty seconds, my cock is in my hand, and I’m stroking it like a man possessed.
And I am possessed.
Possessed by the beautiful blonde down the hall that has me wrapped up tighter than a coiled spring. I stroke my cock, doing my best to muffle my groans of pleasure as I remember the feeling of Charity’s wet pussy clenching at my fingers as she came all over my hand. The memory of her cries of pleasure fills my ears as I jack off.
My hand shuttles up and down my length, rough strokes that are nothing like how sweet her little hand would feel around my cock. I groan at the image of her on her knees in front of me, her hand wrapped around me, stroking as she laps the precome from my slit.
I curse as the image nearly sends me over the edge.
Her pink tongue would lick at my crown, circling around it before her lips would spread, and she’d take me into her hot mouth. That tongue working the underside of my shaft as she sucked me deep. I’d fist her hair and pump my cock into her. She’d gag on my cock like she’d never swallowed one down before. My sweet little girl. Her eyes would fill with tears as she did her best to please her daddy.
Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
She wouldn’t stop until I came. She’d swallow, but it would be too much, and she’d choke a little, pulling away until I’d finish on her beautiful face. It’s that image, her looking up at me with wide, liquid blue eyes, my come on her lips that does me in. I come on my hand, barely catching it all in my palm before it goes all over her pristine white carpet.
“Jesus.”
I quickly clean myself up, then fall naked into my bed, willing sleep to find me so I can start fresh with a new resolve to not lust after my charge.
* * *
I wakeup the next morning to sounds of breakfast cooking. A quick look at the clock tells me I’ve overslept, something I haven’t done in years. I’m usually up by five every morning whether I have somewhere to be or not.
I pull on a pair of sweats and follow my nose to the scent of bacon frying.
“Morning,” Charity says with a smile.
It takes me a minute to respond because she’s standing at the stove with a pink silk robe wrapped around her body and nothing more. Her hair hangs wetly down her back as if she just got out of the shower.
