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“Did you leave your clothes with your guards?” I manage to say after forcing my throat to work.

Her smile pulls up to one side as she stands before me with her hands on her shapely hips. “Something like that.”

I can’t take my eyes off her. From her breasts down to the slope of her abdomen and to the soft curls of dark hair trimmed neatly between her thighs, she’s an absolute vision. Then Jasmine drops to her knees and yanks down my soft pants, clearing all thoughts from my mind in one move.

I am a simple man.

Her luscious red lips part and her delicate pink tongue darts out to lick up the shaft of my soft cock. One lick and tightness grips my lower abdomen. Another lick and a flood of heat rushes south so fast I’m lightheaded. She kisses my shaft and leaves a perfect red lipstick stain, then she takes me in hand and drags her tongue slowly from the crest of my balls up to the rapidly swelling tip of my cock.

I’m hard in seconds and Jasmine smirks proudly. “You have no idea how good it feels when a man gets hard so fucking fast,” she says, her voice low.

“You have no idea how sexy you are,” I say, my voice low.

“Oh, I do know,” she grins, looking up at me from under her dark lashes. “I know exactly how good I look.”

It takes one hell of a woman to look so fucking sexy in just red heels, and Jasmine is like a fantasy pouring herself into my lap. Her red lips stretch around my crown and she kisses me once more, then she dips her head and takes my cock into her hot mouth. I reach for her instinctively and she pulls off my cock with a sudden pop.

“No touching,” she instructs. “Not if you want me to finish.”

Our eyes meet. “Understood.”

It’s torture. Her tongue presses constantly against the underside of my cock, she leaves crimson lipstick against my balls and pelvis when she takes my entire cock into her mouth and throat. She hums, and the vibrations drive me insane. When she hollows her cheeks and sucks it’s like she’s trying to suck the cum right out of my dick, and it takes all my restraint and control to keep my hands to myself.

I’m close, so fucking close. Keeping my hips still means every other part of me is twitching and writhing back and forth. I clutch the cushions beneath me, throw my head back with a moan, and tighten my stomach as pleasure courses through me like a current. Then Jasmine pulls off my cock once more and breathlessly looks up at me.

“Say my name,” she gasp, her voice husky. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Jasmine.”

“Again.”

“Jasmine.”

“Again.”

“Jas—ah!” She lowers herself once more, and as my cock slides into her tight, hot throat, she grips my balls with one hand and I come so hard my eyes roll back in my head. “Ja—asmine!”

It’s the strongest orgasm of my life. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My skin is on fire, my cock throbs, and my balls ache, but it’s amazing and exhilarating all at the same time. I’msuspending for what feels like forever and Jasmine continues to suck on my cock until things turn a touch painful from overstimulation.

Only then does she pull off with a wet pop and lick her ruined lips.

“Holy shit,” I gasp. “You were…”

“Amazing?” She lightly dabs the corner of her mouth and brushes some tears from her lashes. “I know.”

I surge forward and clasp the side of her neck with my hand and pull her in for a messy, wet kiss. We share my taste when my tongue invades her mouth and she clutches at my arm with both hands, moaning softly.

“Wanna sleep over?”

23

JASMINE

Surprising Roman naked at his apartment was the boldest thing I ever did, and yet it felt like fate. I’d spent hours psyching myself up to go to his estate, and it turned out he was close by in the city, which made everything much easier. He was very reciprocal that night, and it didn’t stop even as we parted the next morning.

He sent flowers to the house for my mother and me, and then another bouquet was sent to my car, and I have no idea how he managed to organize that. I was called to one of the offices where we deal with a lot of product shipments to find rose petals all over the office and a cheeky note about sending him the cleaning bill. Then, a few nights later, he invites me out on a real date.

A proper run-of-the-mill dinner and a good time.