Reluctant Bride
Page 62
He groaned softly.
She smiled and slowly, she lowered to her knees, folding down so she was head level with his groin.
He slipped his fingers into her hair and widened his stance as if to steady himself for what was to come.
Allowing her knuckles to rub over his erection, she carefully tugged his jeans down over his hairy thighs, letting them sit above his knees. Then she did the same to his boxers.
His cock jutted from his patch of dark-brown pubic hair, and the muscles in his abdomen tensed to bricks.
She looked up at him, caught his gaze, then poked out her tongue and swiped it over the slit.
He moaned as his cock bobbed.
She caught it in her fist, a strong firm hold just the way he liked.
His fingers tightened in her hair. His self-control was at the limit. If she wasn’t careful, he’d throw her on the bed and fuck her hard and fast. But she wanted him to have the experience of coming as he watched the waterfall.
So she opened her mouth and took his tip onto her tongue.
A guttural groan rumbled from his chest. “Aye, like that…”
Taking him deeper, she worked his shaft, feeding him in. He slid over the curl of her tongue, filling her mouth, her jaw stretching. When he was seated as far as she could take him, she sucked very gently and cupped his balls.
“Oh, God, Jasmine… I … fuck … that is…”
His stance wavered, but she didn’t retreat. She kept working him in a way she knew would have him on the edge very quickly. After a few moments, she pulled back, stroking his saliva-coated cock with the circle of her fingers and thumb.
He was breathing hard, his hands holding her head tight.
She gave him a few seconds’ reprieve then sank deep again, using her tongue and lips to massage and caress his shaft. Within a few minutes, a salty drip of pre-cum coated her tongue. Upping the pace, she worked him harder and faster.
He grunted, swaying his hips. His desire and arousal flowed off him in waves.
Excitement spun through her body. Her nipples were tight, her pussy wet and quivering.
“I’m going to … oh … fuck, Jasmine…”
His balls retracted, and his cock became hard as concrete. A shot of cum filled her mouth. She swallowed it down. Another pulse of pleasure and more cum. His hands were vises on her head, holding her tight as he shoved his cock into her mouth and came again down her throat.
She held her breath. Her eyes watered. She swallowed fast.
“Ah, ah, fuck, that’s good…” He grunted.
And then he pulled out and stooped.
The next thing she knew, she was in his arms, her body flush with his. He kissed her, his breaths storming, his chest rising and falling.
Never in her life had Jasmine felt so comfortable and connected to another person. There was no competition between them. They lived to see the other happy and the perfect balance had been found. Their marriage had been an arrangement, a necessity, but it had turned out to be the best decision they had ever made.
Thank goodness Stuart McKeith had had the wisdom to see that, to make the proposal one she couldn’t refuse, and then expertly seduced her into his bed and his heart. Jasmine woke every morning, looking forward to the rest of her life as Mrs. McKeith.
The End
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