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Jasper sank two fingers deep inside me, cutting me off.
“Yes,” I hissed, my eyes once more sliding shut in bliss.
“So tight.” He nipped my upper thigh. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my dick, Mase. I’m dying to bury my cock inside this hot hole.”
Oh, God… He was going to be the death of me.
“Jasper.” I grabbed his hair, forcing his focus off how my ass clutched at his fingers.
Amber eyes blazing with passion, he peered up over my body, our gazes latching. He stroked twice, fingertips grazing over my prostate with each pass. My dick bucked, a droplet of pre-cum dripping toward my tightened abs.
“I-I’m ready,” I whispered.
Still holding my gaze, Jasper kissed my drawn-up balls.
I hissed.
He chuckled.
I glowered.
He outright laughed and nipped my thigh again. “So impatient.”
“Damn right I am,” I huffed. “I’ve been waiting for you for years.”
And I wanted him for the rest of my life.
Chapter14
Jasper
Mason had put on a front at Troy and Silas’s, but with me and in the privacy of my home, he allowed his walls to lower so I could share in the emotions he experienced.
The connection between us transcended lust, and I didn’t just ache to bury my dick in his body but to wrap our souls together, entwined with an unbreakable bond. We hadn’t spoken of our feelings fully for one another, but our desire lay evident in every glance, every soft touch, and every hungry kiss.
Desperation had never felt so good, and he wasn’t the only impatient one.
While I hadn’t shared my secret desires for more feminine colors and clothing with Mason, I grew anxious to give him the parts of me that I could. Fear of him being turned off would keep me silent to the grave.
But I still had a lot to offer him.
Mason breathed harshly, fisting my sheets with a white-knuckled grip as though anchoring himself.
I wanted those hands on me. Clinging. Trusting me to hold him steady and fulfill his needs.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured, loving how he soaked in my words of praise. “Beautiful.” Tucking three fingers deep inside his body, I licked up his abs, over his scar, nipped a tight nipple, and claimed his mouth.
He grabbed my hair, heels pressing along my legs as he attempted to move our hips where he wanted them.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I murmured against his mouth while rubbing over his prostate.
Either he couldn’t find words, or the leaking length of him between our stomachs readied to erupt, stealing his voice.
Sliding my fingers from his ass, I shifted, aligning the head of my cock with his relaxed hole. “Breathe, baby.”
He inhaled on command, and I pushed in, finally—finally—becoming one with him.
“Jesus,” he hissed, hazel eyes shaded with lust as my swollen head notched just inside his ring.
