"You sound sweet when you're begging for me, baby girl," he breathes, his lips at my ear. "Are you hurting for me?"
"Yes. So bad."
"Right here?" His hand slides up, brushing across my nipples.
I groan, arching into him.
"What about here?" His hand drifts back down, gliding over the fabric of my dress. I expect him to press his hand between my legs again, but he bypasses my center, sliding it onto my thigh instead. My dress inches up beneath his fingers until the cool air of the room brushes my wet panties.
His hand follows, his touch strong and confident as he tugs my panties aside. His fingers slip through my folds, hot, insistent.
"Yes!" I choke out, my hip rolling against his fingers.
"You're so wet for me, Sarah." His breath rasps in my ear, shaking like that fact is driving him wild. "Do you need me?"
"So bad," I groan, bucking into his hand. "Please, Jasper. Please." I'll beg if that's what he wants to hear. I'll sob and plead and cry if that gets me what I want—whatever it takes to get him inside me.
He growls, the sound so loud it hurts, and then I'm in his arms, his lips on mine again as he storms down the hall, his step so loud the floorboards rattle under his feet.
Chapter Five
Jasper
There's something to be said for having Sarah captive in my arms, where I'm in control, and she can't escape. It's addicting as hell, especially with the way she pants and moans and squirms, her body brushing my cock with every frantic, desperate circle of her hips.
I could die like this and not regret a second of it.
Instead, I drop her right in the center of my bed, where I've been desperate to see her for years. She's a goddess right there, flushed pink and quivering for me. Her dress is rucked up high around her thighs, flashing her soaked panties at me every time she moves. It's pulled tight across her chest, her hard little nipples straining against the fabric. She's a beautiful mess for me already, and I've barely even touched her.
I tug my shirt off over my head, watching the way her eyes darken as they slide down my chest. I've never considered myself to be anything particularly special to look at. I'm just a motherfucker who has spent his life with it on the line, earning muscle through sweat. But the way she's looking at me? Yeah, that's special right there.
Her gaze drifts lower, her thighs squeezing together.
I drop my hand to my cock, popping the button. "You feel me between those legs already, baby girl?" I can't help but ask. I want her words. I need her voice. I want to own every thought, every fantasy, every little cry.
She bobs her head, her cheeks pink. "Yes," she whispers, her gaze drifting back to mine. Her chest heaves. "It hurts so bad for you, Jasper."
Jesus.
I tug my zipper down, wrapping one fist around my cock. "Spread your legs, baby. Let me see how you've soaked through your panties for me."
She hesitates for a split second before they slide open.
My goddamn mouth waters.
I drag my cock out, squeezing hard enough to make it hurt.
"Jasper," she moans, arching on the bed like she's trying to get closer. Her gaze is locked on my cock, her eyes wide.
Christ Almighty. I'm going to split her in two, just fuck her into a puddle right here in the center of my bed.
I release my cock, placing one knee on the bed. It dips under my weight as I crawl up her body, dipping my head to plant them against her calf.
Her breath stutters.
I kiss a trail all the way up past her knee, onto her trembling inner thigh. Goddamn. I can already smell her. So sweet. So wet.
My tongue laves over the seam of her panties, right where they're wettest.
