Page 14 of Stolen By the Hit Man

Chapter Fourteen

Joaquin

I hate that she even feels the need to ask.

What happens next?

My heart squeezes even as I’m tonguing her pussy.

What happens next? I could kick myself for not making myself clearer.

I look up at her, noticing the rapid rise and fall of her flushed breasts. Her curious gaze is so pure.

Of course, she needs to know what happens next. Jasmyn wants reassurances that what we have is not simply a one-time thing. She’s not interested in a hook-up.

“Next?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow. “Next I’m gonna run a bath…”

I continue my attentions to her beautiful, soaked pussy as I explain things to her.

“Then I’m gonna leave you alone and make you a hot drink while you bathe.”

She cries out as my tongue flattens out over her clit. I stroke up and down until she scrapes her nails against my scalp. That’s the stuff.

“Then we’re gonna go to sleep. And in the morning, we’ll get up and do it all over again. And the same for the next day, and the next. Because in case you didn’t know, you’re my girl now.”

I know it’s crazy. She lives in Tampa, and I live in Montana. I hate humidity, and I love the mountains. But none of that matters. Wherever Jasmyn is, that's where I’ll be.

Jasmyn bites her bee-stung bottom lip and smiles.

I can’t last much longer. I practically tear open my zipper and free my straining cock, fisting it hard as I finish her off a second time.

“I meant…oh god…wha-what happens next with…the shooting?”

I need her to stop worrying about all of that. It can’t be undone, but she didn’t do anything wrong.

“You just gotta believe that I’ll take care of you.”

And that’s all I’m gonna tell her about that.

My lips close around her clit, and I gently suck.

“Oh…my…god…” I feel her lose herself as she whimpers and writhes under me. Good. Get the fuck out of your head. Dealing with consequences and aftermath is my job.

Being with Jasmyn has unlocked something inside me, and I’ll never be the same after today. I’m not a loner anymore. I’ve let her in and shown her the worst parts of me, and she still wants me.

I need to leave the darkness behind and choose the light. Everything about Jasmyn signals that she’s my way out of the dark. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her. There’s no going back.

Jasmyn moans and jerks her hips while my mouth and hands play her like a symphony. Her nails dig into my scalp as she seizes and cries out.

We come together, her on my tongue and me all over my own stomach.