Page 79 of Jazz

“What about your family?”

I sighed. “I’ll miss them. Every one of them. But this is my choice, Chase.”

“You might want to know my real name’s Charlie Henderson,” he said, his eyes searching mine.

“Gathered it was, the Charlie bit at least. Nice to meet you. I’m Jasmin Gray.”

I smiled, watching his lips twitch like they were about to follow my lead, and then they changed. Darker. Possessed. Control seeping away as I watched.

“Fuck,” he growled, standing quickly.

And suddenly we’d switched places, and I was on the bed on my back. Chase crawled between my legs, cupping my head tohim, his lips crashing down onto mine, his other hand roaming, feeling, tweaking a nipple as I cried out and arched my back. Fingers slid down my stomach, pushing into my flesh, feeling their way between my legs, over my clit, and I arched again. His fingers dipped into wetness.

“You’re perfect. Tiger.” Chase reached towards the table beside the bed. “I should savour every moment, every inch of you, but you drive me fucking crazy.”

“Do it,” I urged, my insides pulsing and twisting, waiting for him, needing him.

His knuckles brushed my lips, sending a fresh wave of shivers over my body.

“I want to hear you, Tiger. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Not a good start, babe.”

I went to speak, to give him the words he needed, but it came out in a wail as he pierced me on his cock, pain and pleasure all at once. He grunted as he filled me. And then he set the pace. Furious. Frantic. No time for me to adjust, to ease around him. Fuck. I was hot in an instant, like he’d ignited petrol under my skin. Every nerve ending firing, my pussy clenching.

“Chase,” I gasped.

He pushed a hand between us, his fingers stroking over my clit, rubbing, circling. The softness of his touch contradicted the manic thrusting of his cock inside me. My legs shook, the first beginning of an orgasm vibrating down to my toes.

“Fuck. Chase. Shit,” I hissed, bucking my hips, pushing up to take him, to trap his hand against me.

“You’re fucking amazing, Tiger,” he growled into my ear.

And then he stopped, pulling me free, cool air rushing to take his place.

“No. Chase.” I could cry. I was right there. Why?

His arm wrapped around me, flipping me hard, my face in the mattress. And then his hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, his cock finding its place again. Forced back inside me. A deep, heavy exhale coming from behind me.

“Fuck, Chase!” I shouted at the intrusion, at the wave of prickling heat forced all the way to my stomach.

His pace picked up again. A hand in my hair, fingers on my hip.

“Get your knee on the bed, Tiger,” he instructed. “I need to be deeper.”

I struggled to think, to move, my leg flailing underneath him, eventually propping my knee on the bed as he pounded into my pussy.

“Fuck. Yes. Fuck. You look amazing, Jazz. I could watch myself fuck these tight holes all day long,” he grunted, thrusting and pumping.

Holes? Fuck. My hair released. A click next to my head. Something cold hit my skin, dribbling down my arse. His thumb rubbed over that spot. I tensed, almost involuntarily. A reaction.

“Shush, Tiger,” he soothed, his hips not missing a beat, his thumb carefully circling.

Pressure. Heat. Hotter than between my legs. His other arm reached round in front, pressing against my clit, circling, bringing back the fuzz in my brain. More pressure. Tightness.Shit. But that fuzz didn’t go away this time. It built. Heavier. Thicker. My head swirled. Something inside me swirled, pulling at me, pushing at me, working rhythmically, opening me up.

I think I might have wanted to say no. To stop. But the pressure inside me, filling me, was taking away my senses, and all I could feel was pulsing pleasure. Deep, hard. From inside my pussy, inside my arse. Hot, full, swelling, dragging away any thought pattern. Any reason. Any freewill, my body taking over.