Page 20 of Tracked By Sasquatch

“Then get over here an⁠—”

His voice trailed off as he at last raised his gaze to the goddess who stood before him. Her body had him at a loss for words.

Backlit from the soft light in the back of the room, she looked downright ethereal. Her generous curves haloed in a glow. All her softness, amplified and oh-so-lickable.

“Fuck me dead and bury me with a smile.”

She giggled and dropped her head. He couldn’t see in the low light, but he knew she was blushing.

“Please. You don’t need to flatter me. I already said yes. We can all see I could stand to lose a few pounds… or thirty.” She added the last so low he almost missed it.

“The fuck you do.”

She jolted a little at the anger in his voice, and he felt bad for that, but he was pissed. Not at her but at society or whatever fuckwit made her believe she needed to lose weight to be perfect. He would find that dickwad and bury him for putting that look on her face. The one that said she expected him to be turned off by what he saw.

“Jesus, just look at you, Jasper. You look like that. All perfectly furry and sexy and I look like…” She indicated her body. “Can we just drop it? I know I’m not desirable like you are. But can I remind you, I already said yes, and hey…” Her tone was now laced with false humor. “With this weight comes my huge rack, so, I got that going for me.” Her attempt at a laugh at the end of the statement made him sick to his stomach. No woman should feel that way.

In two strides he stood in her personal space. Grabbing her hand, he brought it down to his aching cock. “What does that feel like, sweetness? Does that feel like you’re not desirable? That happened because of you. Every moan you gave me made this happen. Every response in your body, the goose bumps that raced across your skin as you came did this. And when I looked at you, fuck me. Every single rolling curve sent all the O negative cells in my body straight to my aching fucking cock, just so I could sink it into you so deeply you’d never forget how fucking desirable you are.”

Devin still wasn’t looking at him, still didn’t believe him and was in her own head. That wouldn’t do. He knew firsthand if you got stuck in your head, nothing going on outside of it would matter.

“It seems I need to teach you a lesson.”

He stepped away from her heading for the lamp.

“Oh yeah? And what lesson would that be, Sasquatch?” Her using his road name in an attempt to emotionally distance herself would not fucking do.

He turned on one lamp and made his way around the bed toward the other.

“Two lessons now, sweetness. The first.” The lamp blazed to life washing the room in harsh lighting. He’d have to put that on the list. Soft bulbs. “Is no one talks about my woman that way.” He didn’t give her time to protest the my woman part before soldiering on. “Second, is a correction for using my road name. I told you, I’m Jasper to you. Always Jasper.”

Rather than address the issue at hand, she deflected.

Expected.

“Does it need to be so bright in here?”

“Yes, it does. I want to see every inch of you as I worship your perfect body.”

The roll of her eyes only served to stoke his fire.

Shepherding her toward the bathroom, he stopped when they stood in front of the closed door, the one with a mirror on it, and turned her.

Devin immediately dropped her gaze.

“No.” He reached around and lifted her chin. “Look at yourself. See what I see when I look at you.”

Letting go of her chin, he brought both hands around and cupped her breasts. Using the index fingers to stroke her nipples, he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to see them peaked and hard.

“You do have spectacular tits as you pointed out. And oh-so-responsive, but we aren’t going to focus there. I will say though, later, I’m going to fuck these tits while you tip your head forward and lick my cock as it breaks through the top.”

Hands sliding down her sides until they came to rest low on the sides of her hips, he dug his fingers in. Using the hold to shift her against his cock. Guiding her back and forth, up and down along his shaft.

“These,” he shook his hands where they had a punishing grip. “Whatever derogatory term we’ve invented for them, are the gold standard.”

“Saddlebags,” she interrupted shyly.

“These are now Fuck me harder, Jasper, grips, and they’re perfect. When you’re riding me with your tits bouncing in my face and you’re teetering right there on the edge of ecstasy, so close you can almost taste the stars. Say, fuck me harder, Jasper, and I’ll grab you right here. Pulling you down relentlessly as I drive up into you with the force of a man possessed until you fly to the heavens.”