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He grips my ankles and tugs me to the edge of the bed. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s thrusting inside me. I cry out at the thick invasion of his cock. It feels amazing.
“Fuck, babygirl. This pussy is mine,” he growls.
“Yours,” I moan back.
His hips pull back slowly, every inch dragging along my sensitive flesh, sending quakes of pleasure throughout my body. My nipples are pebbled, hard and wanting. My clit is swollen, the barest touch to that sensitive nub will send me spiraling. Once he’s poised just at my entrance, only the head of his cock lingering, he looks between our bodies, I can’t help but follow his line of sight. Seeing my pussy stretched around his thick head is exhilarating.
He slowly pushes back inside, and we watch as my pussy swallows him up inch by inch. We both moan at the sight. It’s lewd and sexy. My gaze is riveted as he speeds up his thrusts. His cock entering me, then coming back out shiny with my wetness. I can’t even find words to describe how turned on it’s making me.
I gasp and moan as his thrusts become harder and faster. He grips my ankles and throws them over his shoulders, changing the angle and making it so every thrust hits me deeper than ever. There is a slight twinge of pain, but it hurts so good I don’t want him to stop. I tell him as much, begging for more. Harder. Faster. Just more of it all.
He doesn’t disappoint. He fucks me hard and fast. The ecstasy is immense. I’m quickly rising to the edge. The orgasm looming ahead is going to wreck me.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I babble.
“Not stopping, babygirl. Come for me,” he grunts.
His mouth latches onto one of my nipples, biting and sucking as his hips pound into me. I grip his hair tight, needing something to hold me on this plane of existence. He thrusts deep, grinding against my clit and I explode. My pussy clamps down on his cock and he groans. The waves of pleasure carry me away into the stratosphere. Lights flash behind my eyes and my breath catches on a scream.
“That’s my girl. Come hard.”
He doesn’t stop thrusting, and I just keep on coming. I collapse back to the mattress, my lungs struggling to keep inhaling and exhaling. Jasper sinks deep one last time, throws his head back and groans low as he releases deep inside me. The hot flood of his release sends tremors of pleasure through me and I quiver under him.
He lets my legs down, kisses my lips slow and sweet, then backs away, pulling his cock from my depths. I whimper at the empty feeling. He leaves the room for a brief moment, coming back with a warm washcloth. He cleans me up then moves me up the mattress and under the covers. My eyes are heavy; I’ve been well and truly fucked.
Jasper crawls onto the bed and tugs me to him. I curl around his body, my head resting over his still racing heart. He runs his fingers through my hair. Slowly my heart beats a normal rhythm, and my breathing evens out. I drowse on him, somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.
“You okay, babygirl?” His voice is a low rumble in the otherwise quiet room.
“Mmm… perfect, daddy. Thank you.”
If I were a cat, I’d be stretching out my body and flicking my tail in pleasure. As it is, I’m exhausted and unable to move a single muscle. Jasper holds me close, making me feel safe and, dare I say, loved. It’s too soon for that, but I can’t help but think it. I’ve never had a relationship with a man that feels the way this one does.
There is so much happening so fast between us that my heart is on the line. Jasper has the ability to make me soar and crash me down to earth. I can only hope that he will hold my heart carefully.
Before I can worry too much, sleep claims me. I dream of long days of laughter and happiness and nights curled up with Jasper.
The ringing of my phone wakes me up. Jasper is still sleeping heavily beside me. I slip out of his arms and grab my phone, quietly grabbing his shirt from the floor and padding out of the room. I look down at the phone and realize it’s not a number I recognize. I instantly send the call to voicemail, assuming it’s a spam call. The phone rings again instantly.
“Hello?” I answer, thinking maybe it could be an emergency.
“Miss Winthrop, you’re a hard woman to get ahold of.” The accented voice comes through the line. I instantly recognize it as Dima Sokolov. A shiver of fear skates down my spine, and I debate on going to wake up Jasper so he can handle it.
“What do you want?”
“I thought that was pretty obvious,malen’kiy persik. I want you.”
“I don’t want you. Why can’t you just take a hint and leave me alone?”
“Watch yourself and that sharp tongue of yours,” he barks. “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to it. You’d be just as beautiful on my arm without it.”
Fear fills me at the threat. This time I do move towards the hallway and where Jasper is still asleep in my bed.
“Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I wouldn’t want to have to hurt the little bodyguard. This conversation is just for us.”
I look around, fearful. How does he know what I’m doing? One glance out of my window, and I see the black SUV idling in front of my house. How long has he been there watching me?
“What do you want?” I ask again.
