Page 87 of Craving Paradise
Oh damn.
As I press myself against the glass, the entire world seeing my white ass is the least of my worries now. Jasper continues to lick, bite, suck, and taste my pussy, devouring me like a dying man in need of water. He laps every drop of me up. Then he pushes two fingers inside me, which has my legs quaking. His fingers slide in and out, that thumb working over my clit. His mouth is sucking and nipping my sensitive skin in a harmonious rhythm pushing me higher. My fingers run through his blond hair, holding his mouth over me as my body tightens with every lick.
“Jasper, that’s it. Yes. Yes. Oh, yes,” I scream as my entire body convulses from the orgasm he’s ripped from my soul with his magic tongue. He continues savoring me through it all until nothing is left but tiny sparks of aftershocks. He then pulls his fingers from inside me and licks them clean.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Turn around, Lauren, hands on the window. It’s my turn to take what I need,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, the glow of my post-orgasm making the world disappear around me. Jasper slaps my ass for good measure. I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper just before he teases my sensitive slit with the tip of his dick. “Look how beautiful you are?” He growls. “I’ll never get sick of sinking inside you, Lauren. Never.” He pushes the tip past my entrance and sinks all the way in.
We both hiss as Jasper enters me from behind.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbles as he moves inside me.
I close my eyes and try to still the flutterbys dancing across my skin.One nice day doesn’t mean a thing. Don’t do it. Don’t fall for a playboy, you will only get your heart broken.Jasper’s hands slide around and begin plucking my nipple with his fingers. He knows that’s my weakness, and he continues to turn my body to jelly.
“That’s it, fucking take me. Strangle me with that fucking cunt,” he curses against my skin as he continues to thrust into me harder, pressing my naked body against the coolness of the window. His other hand slides between my thighs and begins teasing my clit again. This man knows every one of my buttons and loves pushing them. “Fuck.” I know he’s getting close.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I say, turning my face to the side.
“Fuck me, Lauren. Are you trying to kill me with talk like that?”
Yes. Probably. I want him to feel the same way I do—out of fucking control about him. I push back against him, making him take a step back. I turn around, fall to my knees, pull the condom off him, and slide my mouth over his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jasper groans as I suck his dick to the back of my throat. His fingers slide into my hair, and he anchors himself with them before he moves again. “I don’t know what I like more, your tight fucking cunt or your warm fucking mouth.”
I use my no-gag-reflex talent to make Jasper’s toes curl as I take him all the way.
“That’s it, fucking take it … take it all the way, baby.” His fingers dig into my scalp, and he fucks my face harder. “God, you're fucking heaven.”
My hands caress and squeeze his balls, and I can feel them tighten against my hand.
“I’m close. So, fucking close,” he tells me as his fingers grip even tighter in my hair. “Yes, yes. Oh, fuck yes.” He groans as he comes down the back of my throat, and I swallow it.
Once I’ve swallowed all his cum, I slide off his dick with a pop and look up at him with a smile.
He reaches out and cups my chin. “Such a good girl.”
His words make my body tingle.
“I think after that performance, you need your prizes. Come.” He holds out his hand for me.
I take it, and he helps me get up off the floor.
“Jump into bed and let me spoil you.”
Okay. I’m still high on orgasms as I jump into the king-size bed and snuggle under the Egyptian cotton sheets. Jasper passes the white box with the gold writing to me. The look on his face—those forest-green eyes are wide with excitement like it’s Christmas morning as he waits for me to open the box. I cave in because he looks so happy. I unbox the beautiful item, pull it out of its dust bag, and my jaw hits the floor.
“It’s a book tote,” I gasp as my hand runs over the expensive bag. The famous letters in a navy pattern stretch across the fabric. And he didn’t just get me the small book tote, no, he got me the large one, which is like five thousand pounds. “This is too much, Jasper,” I say, pulling it to my chest.It’s so pretty.I can’t take it. This is another tick to crossing the line with him for work. We can’t accept gifts from guests.
“You said this was on your list of bags to buy when we watched that unboxing show,” Jasper explains.
“It is. And it’s beautiful, but I didn’t mention it as a hint for you to buy it for me,” I say, wanting him to know I have money to buy stuff like this for myself.
“I know, you’re not like that. Honestly, you’re probably as rich as I am, but I wanted to buy it for you. Now open the next one because I don’t want to hear any arguing after each box. These are yours, and I’m not taking them back. Give them away if you wish, but I bought them all for you.”
“Fine,” I say with mock grumbling as Jasper hands me a green box with black writing on it.
I quickly pull it open and gasp at the gorgeous navy monogrammed bag with gold-printed bees all over it. The iconic handbag has long been on my list, but it’s sold out everywhere. I don’t know how he found it.