Page 12 of Stolen By the Hit Man

Chapter Twelve

Joaquin

The small triangle at the front of Jasmyn’s panties peeks out from under her oversized tee-shirt. Pure white cotton against tanned, strong legs. A tempting sight to make my rigid cock even harder.

Slowly, Jasmyn steps out of her overalls. She has no idea what it does to me to watch this slow surrender. My length presses painfully against the fly of my jeans.

Jasmyn undresses self-consciously, fidgeting with her hair and with the hem of her shirt. I absorb every bite of her bottom lip, every tremble of her fingers. The way her legs jiggle as she kicks the jeans out of the way, giving me the slightest peek at her inner thigh, then taking it away.

Jasmyn has a body that could drive men mad, and she doesn’t even know it.

She’s so damn pretty and soft, with plump curves and a kind face. What those assholes did to her makes me rage, and I have to keep putting it out of my head. In the end, they underestimated her. My Jasmyn is no victim. She’s my fucking queen.

And I’m going to protect this little queen for the rest of my life.

I haul her tempting, soft body against me, dragging my hands under the back of her shirt, hiking it up all the way to her shoulders. My lips press another long, possessive kiss to her mouth, tasting her sweetness.

Jasmyn moans at the warm slide of our tongues. Her taut nipples press against me through the layers of her bra and my shirt, making my cock jerk. The ache to be free of my jeans is getting too much to bear, but I want to make this last.

I want her begging for it.

I move my hands up over Jasmyn’s shoulders. She knows what I want and pulls away from me to bow her head, letting me tug her shirt completely off.

“Good girl,” I murmur, tossing her shirt on top of her discarded overalls.

She’s now in nothing but a sensible white bra and underwear.

I take her hand, and she laughs as I make her twirl, flattening her back against my front.

I groan at the cushioning of her soft, perfect ass against my cock.

I can’t wait to feel those two juicy cheeks in my hands, and I can’t wait to go there with my tongue.

But not quite yet.

“Sorry, it’s not exactly sexy lingerie. I wasn’t expecting…you know. This.”

I look down over her shoulder, straight down between Jasmyn’s breasts. “Obviously, you don’t know what white cotton panties do for me,” I say, hooking one arm around her waist. “I’m this close to rubbing one out on those granny panties of yours at this point.”

“Oh my god,” she breathes, pressing back into me.

Dragging my hands upward, I cup both of her breasts while I press licking, sucking kisses down her throat and over her shoulder. The thick material can’t hide the fact that her nipples are about as hard as my cock. “But you’re right. This bra has to go.”

Jasmyn tries to pull away, but I hold firm. “I got this.”

She lets out an adorable little squeak as I slide my hands under the bra’s band and shove the cups up and out of the way. I can’t control the feral growl that escapes me. She answers with a whine.

I smile. Nearly begging already.

Her back arches, pushing out those hard, pink-brown nipples, asking to be touched. I take one warm tit in each hand, claiming those taut buds between my fingers.

Frantically, she reaches back and circles an arm around my neck.

I murmur in her ear, “Put your arm down, sweetheart.”

When she does, I brush the straps down off her shoulders until she’s free of her bra, then toss it onto the pile of clothes.

With one arm bracing her against my chest, I snake my free hand down to caress the front of her panties. I resume my licking kisses up and down her throat. I keep going, slowly, as her moans grow more insistent.

Once again, she reaches back to touch my neck, trying to take control.

“Sweetheart, I need you to keep your hands to yourself.”

Jasmyn gives a frustrated little whine and asks me why.

“Because you feel too good. And the more you touch me, the more likely I am to nut too early.”

She whispers, “Joaquin, I don’t know where to put my hands if you won’t let me touch you.” She wriggles against me, unintentionally teasing my cock with her soft, jiggly bits.

I move forward until she’s inches from the timber logs. Plenty of rugged places to hold on tight.

“Hands up on the wall, baby. Above your head.”

Trembling, Jasmyn does as she’s told, and I reward her with a slow, dragging caress down the tender flesh of her arms.

She lets out a whimper when my fingers wander lower, slipping down the front of her panties. She’s warm here, and I sink lower, parting her wet folds. There she is.

She’s hot, wet, and slick for me.

And I’m salivating for her.

Her body twitches when my finger finds her clit, hard and needing to be touched. “Oh god…”

“I can feel how bad you need it, Jasmyn. You’re fucking soaked.”

She whispers something unintelligible, and I slide my two fingers down either side of her clit, stroking up and down. Her breathing is shallow and jagged as I work her over, towering over her. I’ve placed myself between her and the world, and I’m never going to leave her exposed.

“That’s it,” she murmurs as I move at a faster pace. Her hips begin to roll, matching my rhythm. “So good, Joaquin!”

I bury my face against her throat as she bucks hard and comes on my hand.

“That’s my pretty girl. Come for me.”

Jasmyn squeaks out a curse as her climax rolls through her. I hold her tight to me as she crests that wave, and hold her steady when she relaxes again.

I turn her around to face me and claim her swollen, parted lips with mine.

“Joaquin, that was…perfect,” she says with a lazy smile, her eyes half shut.

Her eyes widen to saucers at my reply. “Not finished with you yet, baby girl.”