His hot breath billows across my wet flesh, and my whine grows louder, wanting, needing.
Jasper hums, close enough, I just barely feel the vibrations and hiss in response.
“Such a needy Omega, aren’t you?”
I whine in response, and there’s a slap against my pussy, and I gasp.
“Words.” His command is severe.
“Yes,” I whisper, my hips undulating, seeking his touch. “I’m needy for you.”
He hums again, but he sounds dissatisfied. “Grab the pillow above you and put it under your head.”
I reach up and find the soft pillow, then do what he says, sticking it beneath my head, angling my neck so I’m looking down the length of my body.
“Eyes on me.”
I do as he commands, locking eyes with him, barely able to breathe from anticipation.
“If you look away, I stop. If you close your eyes, I stop. Keep your eyes on me. Clear?”
My lips part as I nod my head, then say, “Yes, sir.”
His hum is satisfied this time. Then, his fingers dip beneath the panel of my panties and pull it aside, exposing me to the cool air.
Another whine, another gush of my slick.
I force my eyes to stay on Jasper as he sticks his tongue out, straight and firm, runs it up and down my clit once.
My legs spread wider, the moan I emit is obscene, mouth open wide, but I don’t take my eyes off him.
“Good girl.”
His praise does something to my insides, and I mewl, more slick sliding from my core.
This time, Jasper flattens his tongue, those gray eyes trained on me as he drags his wet muscle from my core to my clit, scooping my slick up and swallowing it with a moan of delight. I gasp a cry at the sight of his wet lips and chin, glistening with my desire.
“You taste better than any dessert I’ve ever had, Ads.”
His tone says he means it, and I really hope he does.
When his mouth returns to my pussy, he’s voracious this time, tongue flicking, lips sucking. His left hand keeps my panties pulled to the side as his right arm glides up my heated skin, grasps my breast and squeezes the daylights out of it to the point of pain, but when I cry out, he loosens his grip and gently rubs and massages my globe of flesh. The breast he’s being so rough with is the one with Ezra’s mark, and it’s still tender to begin with. But, as he massages and rubs the pain away, I start to relax, push against his mouth to seek more pleasure, still looking at him despite his arm being in the way.
I don’t dare want him to stop what he’s doing.
He squeezes my breast hard again, pinching my nipple like a tight clamp. This time when I cry out, he slips the thumb of his other hand into my ass, all my slick making it easy to slide his digit in and out of me, fucking my asshole, sucking my clit, squeezing my breast.
It’s too much. Too much pleasure mixed with pain.
The edges of my vision begin to go white, my orgasm chasing me.
But I need something else. I need…
Jasper’s hand moves from my breast to my throat, his grip locking around the front and squeezing. Not choking me, not really, but restricting my airflow.
Instead of panicking, like I would think I’d react, my orgasm overtakes me, sending me screaming in madness, my entirebody convulsing, pussy grinding against Jasper’s face, vision lost to the lights dancing behind my eyes.
When he releases my throat, it’s to stuff his fingers into my pussy and fuck me with them, clamping down on my clit with his teeth, and I’m off like a rocket again. My screams are silent this time, my body taut and still against his precious assault, bringing me pleasure I’ve never felt before.
