by Mia Barrett
“Jasper! You’re going to make me come! Don’t stop!”
Lifting my legs into the air, I curl my toes and rock my hips wildly as the tension builds and builds, reaching unattainable heights before the dam breaks and sends waves of unspeakable pleasure from my breasts down into my toes.
Jasper freezes and watches in amazement.
“Jesus, Claire. Keep coming. That was fucking incredible.” Tossing my knees over his shoulders, he feathers my clit with renewed energy, lapping up my honey and begging me to come in his mouth.
Wanting more, unwilling to wait, and hoping to prolong this most unladylike display of carnal desire, he quickly shoves his long fingers inside me, thrusting into my clenching pussy as I descend into a screaming fit of incoherent cries of ecstasy, begging for him and begging for his cock.
“You taste so fucking sweet. Am I really the first man to touch you?”
I nod and he smiles, rubbing my clit with his finger, while he climbs to his knees.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod, again, and whisper breathlessly. “I am. My Aunt Emilia took me to get one of those shots.”
He laughs. “Well, thank you, Aunt Emilia.”
Moving forward, he covers my body with his and captures my lips in a soft, tantalizing kiss that makes me whimper with lust. While our tongues dance, he rubs his cock against my hard clit, making me tremble and moan, bringing me to the edge before taking it away. He wants me to beg for it, beg for him, but I can't utter the words.
I mean, how could I? But I need it.
“Jasper, please...give it to me.” I spread my thighs wider, hoping he’ll be too aroused to say no.
Shameless, I know.
Believing he’s giving in, I feel him push inside me a few inches, but just as I ease down, hoping for more, he pulls his cock out, torturing me, repeating it over and over, stroking my clit and working me up until I growl with anger.
“Jasper!”
Pushing deeper, he groans with restrain. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
The look on his face says it all. He doesn’t want to hurt me, but he’s gotten a taste of something different, something forbidden, and he won’t deny himself any longer. Moving slow, he grunts as every inch of his thick cock sinks in, tearing through my innocence and plunging forward until he’s sheathed himself in me, moaning and grinding, lost in pleasure.
“Jasp!” Wincing with pain, I pull his hair and scratch his back.
“Sorry. Should I stop?” He whispers, while he continues to thrust, pulling out and ramming his way back in, until I grow accustomed to his size.
“Yes...no.” Without thinking, I wind my legs around him as my hips grind down, meeting every thrust while he drives madly, carelessly into me, driven by his insatiable desire.
“Baby, you feel fucking amazing.”
Spreading my legs wide, he thrusts slower, stretching me open, listening to my soft whimpers transform to lusty wails. Taking delight in this monstrous invasion, I wantonly beg for more and he doesn’t deny. Plunging faster and deeper, he strokes my clit mercilessly and tries to catch his breath.
“I can’t let you give this away to anyone else, sweetheart. This is too fucking good to share.”
Arching my back and pushing into his cock, I shake my head. “I didn’t give you a choice, Senator.”
Chapter 4
Jasper
I glare at her and bring her forward, ceasing all motion and smirk.
“What if I deny you?”
Grinding her hips on my cock, she smiles playfully then pulls away.
“I’ll find someone else to finish what you started.”
Annoyed that an eighteen-year-old is not only challenging me but beating me at my own game, I stop her and bring my forehead to hers.
“The hell you will.”
She is seconds from saying something sassy, when I tug her back into my lap and plunge deep, holding her down by the waist and bouncing her ruthlessly on my cock. She takes it and fucks me back, stunning me with her energy, her lust and her ability to take me as far as I’ll go.
“Oh, Jesus! Jasper!”
When an orgasm rushes through her, she brings her hands to my shoulders to steady herself but continues fucking me. Wildly grinding down on my shaft, she wails with savage lust, showing me no mercy, pulling my hair and kissing me passionately between pants until another violent climax breaks her, stretching her out, arching her her away and forces my cock out of her pulsing pussy.
This girl is driving me insane.
Thrusting back inside, I can’t stop. Her scent, her tight pussy, her beautiful tits bouncing in my face are all bringing me to brink of explosion, but I need to see her come one more time. It’s the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen.
“Claire, once more, doll. Make me come with you. Squeeze my cock.” Laying her down on the bed, I push her knees high and plunge so deep, she whimpers and writhes, but still begs for more.
“Jasper! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!” Thrashing about, her body gives in again, and she comes with a scream. Pulling me closer, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I feel her pussy tighten as her hips pump and jerk in a string of spasms that quickly overwhelm her. She’s writhing, thrashing, trembling and grasping at the sheets, but her hips don’t stop. Her pussy still wants more.
“You’re making me crazy, little girl. I’m coming so deep, you’re going to feel me dripping out of you for days.”
I’ve hardly spoken the words before I hold her steady and erupt with a growl, surprising myself with the strength and intensity of my own climax.
In all my years, this is the best pussy I’ve ever had.
“Where are you going?” I’m still in a daze when I’m forced to catch her by the waist as she tries to slide off the mattress.
“I need to wash up and get home. My parents will be back soon and we’re all going out. There’s some charity event Daddy wants to be seen at.”
Gazing back at me, she smiles and leans in, kissing me but dismissing me without much fanfare.
“I had a nice time, though.”
“You had far more than a nice time, Claire Collins.” I squeeze her ass and chastise her lack of gratitude.
“Forgive my quick departure, Mr. McLaren. Thank you once again for a lovely time.” She giggles in my ear while I tickle her, annoyed but still hard and itching for more. When she runs off and heads to the shower, I follow close behind.
She’s not leaving until I come again.
Chapter 5
Claire
Jasper was quite cross and gave me a horrible time about the way I used his body and left, but if I’m not ready on time or missing when they return, my parents will start to wonder what shenanigans I’m getting into. The last thing I need is Mama believing she needs to spend more time at home to plan some summer activities for us.
The only thing Daddy worries about is scandals. I’m not sure he truly cares what I do, so long as I’m discreet. For their sake and for my own, I pretend to stay here at the house, catching up on my summer reading or video-conferencing with George, my imaginary boyfriend back home, the one I invented to throw them off my scent. So far, it’s worked like a charm.
After arriving home, I hustle upstairs, throw some open books on my bed and toss a few dresses around my room, as if I’ve spent the afternoon trying to get ready for this event. Mama does the same thing and would expect nothing less from me. I’ve just finished applying some fresh make-up when she barges through my bedroom door without knocking.
“Claire-Bear, please. Hurry up!” She marches in and inspects the dresses I’ve laid out.
“These are all nice, choose one. We need to leave in twenty minutes.”
“Oh Mama, these dresses are terrible. I told you I needed new ones.” I whine and stomp my feet childishly.
It’s best that she still sees me as an immature girl and not the woman I’ve just become.
I giggle to myself. That’s so dumb.
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p; “I know, angel. We should have gone shopping for your birthday. I’ve just been so busy with your father’s new duties.” Holding up the black dress I intended to wear all along, she brings it to me and smiles.
“This one is nice. Now, be a darling and put it on. We can’t be late. Senator McLaren just phoned your father and accepted the extra invitation he offered earlier this week. You know your father needs his endorsement when he starts campaigning again.”
She grins and rushes out of my room, tapping her watch as she closes the door.
That little weasel. It’s been two hours and he’s already stalking me.
I shouldn’t have come. My anxiety and our sexual tension are palpable. He looks so good in his dark suit and gray tie, but now that I’ve seen the glorious body that lies underneath, I can’t help but imagine him without it.
Calm down, Claire.
Every time he takes a sip of wine, he casts those blue eyes in my direction. That look, the same one he gave me only a few hours ago brings back the vivid memory of him thrusting inside me, making me wail and howl with shameless, wanton abandon.
I feel hot and flustered. I must be blushing.
It’s too soon to be in each other’s presence. He’s the one who shouldn’t have come. He’s playing with fire sitting by my father when I’m still sore from having his giant cock split me in two, not once, not twice, but three times in less than two hours.
Although it was far better than I ever imagined, those bedroom eyes make me nervous. I’ll bet money this tablecloth is hiding his massive erection. Poor Daddy drones on and on about important business, clueless that the man sitting next to him, the one he admires, has just deflowered his eighteen-year-old daughter.
This man has some nerve. And why am I turned on?
“Claire, sweetie. You must listen to Mr. Donnelly. He knows so much about the city.” Fortunately, Mama draws my attention away from Jasper’s seductive gaze.
While he and my father continue to discuss nonsense politics and gossip about who is voting for what and getting donations from whom, I try to tune them both out and deliberately flirt with a young lobbyist sitting at our table. He’s not my type, but he’s unbelievably handsome. Silly Mama is far more interested than me.
While he entertains us with stories about his work and how boring the city can become when you’ve lived here for a few years, she can’t help but smile and listen to every word he speaks like a school girl listening to her favorite professor. Daddy is oblivious but I can see Jasper clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes suspiciously every time I giggle or draw too close to the man. When the lobbyist finally excuses himself to chat up some random congressman, Mama blames me for encouraging her.
“Really, Claire. What would George say if he knew how forward you were being with a stranger?” She laughs under her guilty smile, believing she’s only spoken loud enough for us to hear, but Jasper stiffens and knits his brows with curiosity.
Oh, Jesus. I’m never going to hear the end of this.
Believing he’ll be too busy to break away and follow me, I wait until a few more politicians descend on our table to make a break for the bathroom. I need some space and time away from the sight of Jasper sitting by my father.
This feels like he’s flaunting our torrid affair in front of my parents, threatening to tell my secret if I don’t comply with his wishes, whatever those might be. He knows this is just a casual summer fling. There’s no need to get jealous over strange men flirting with me.
Maybe, it’s all in my head? Maybe, he’s just horny? Maybe I’m just imagining what I want to see?
Shaking the thought out of my head, I decide against hiding out in the bathroom and send a text to my mother, that I’ll be heading home. When I feign illness, she encourages me to take their driver, but I insist on taking a cab. I need to get home. There’s been enough drama for one day.
Jasper McLaren is not going to make me fall in love with him.
Chapter 6
Jasper
I’m not sure what’s happening. I like her. Like her? No, it’s not love. I’ve never loved anyone. Not like that. But it’s more than the incredible sex, I feel fixated, spellbound, mesmerized by this girl who doesn’t seem to give a damn about me.
When I see her leave, I fake an urgent call and send for my driver, but we don’t catch up to her in time. I can still see her racing up the stairs of her parent’s townhome when I reach my place and for the rest of the evening, she refuses to answer my texts.
This is ridiculous. I have tons of girlfriends.
Two days pass before she finally responds, claiming she’s been too busy to contact me sooner. She’s such a liar. I’m a United States Senator. If anyone is too busy, it’s me, not an eighteen-year-old girl taking the summer off.
And who the hell is George?
By the end of the third day, I text her, asking to see her. This is the third time I’ve asked since our afternoon together and I’m not asking again.
Oh, shut it. You know you will. You pathetic, dirty, old man.
She takes two hours to reply.
I’m sorry, I’ve been so flaky, Jasp. Mama has been staying with me during the day.
I know she’s lying. I saw her mother on Capitol Hill yesterday when I visited her father’s office to make sure his daughter hadn’t passed away in a fiery car accident.
When can I see you, baby? I need you.
There’s no sense in beating around the bush. This little girl has me over a barrel. I don’t need to look cool anymore. That time has passed. I’m an old man...older man, transfixed with a teenage girl. I’m not sure I can sink any lower, although I have a feeling I will before Claire Collins is done with me.
I’ll swing by today at 2:00 if you’re available. If not, I think Friday might work too.
Friday! Today is Tuesday. I have three meetings, but I’ll have to shift things around. There’s no way I can concentrate knowing Claire is somewhere in Georgetown, hot and bothered, waiting for me.
I’ll be home by then. Don’t be late.
I touch the screen and smile at her kissing emoji, before I throw my phone across the desk. How the hell did I let her take control? There are plenty of women I could call who would be at my place in a heartbeat and yet I’ve sat around for days waiting for that girl to throw me a few crumbs of affection. But I don’t want anyone else.
I want Claire.
I promise you, that girl is getting a piece of my mind when I see her. I’m not putting up with this level of neglect and mistreatment from her or anyone else!
“Baby, I missed you so much. Where have you been?”
The minute she walks through my door, I smother her with kisses and tear at her clothes. There’s no time to chastise her properly, I need to feel her in my arms.
“Jasper, I can’t stay long. Mama just text that she’s coming home early.”
She lifts her phone and shows me the text. She looks remorseful but I’ve suffered too long to let her go so soon.
I examine the time stamp. It was sent two minutes ago. With traffic this time of day, it could take her thirty minutes to get home.
“I’ll be quick, and you owe me your Friday.” I lift her over my shoulder and race upstairs, taking two at a time.
She’s uncharacteristically compliant. While I fight to undress, she slinks out of her jeans and pulls off her top, jumping into bed with her arms extended. Crawling after her, I wrap her tightly in my embrace, encasing her in my arms and melting into her warmth like an addict who’s finally gotten his fix.
“You’ve been terrible this week, baby.”
I whisper as my lips trail down her neck and my fingers eagerly peel away her bra. When her supple breasts fall into my hands, I growl with lust and pull at her hard nipples, tugging and pinching them before I take one into my mouth. I’m rougher than I should be, overcome by desire and unrequited affection, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Twisting with lust, she pants and coos, before she pulls away.
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sp; “Jasper, there’s no time!”
Claire makes her move. Before I know what’s happening, she straddles my hips and slides down my hard cock. She’s so wet, but so tight, I watch her shudder and writhe as she impales herself, instinctively grinding down, rocking and gyrating with such passion, I’m too enthralled to stop her and take over.
“That’s right, fuck me, baby. I’ve been waiting all week for you.” I’m amazed by her lust, her skill, every move she makes is pure art and my body is nothing but her canvas.
I think I’m in love.
“Jasper! Your big cock makes me so crazy! I’m going to come all over it.” She’s rides me like her favorite pony, lost in desire while I watch her hypnotized and utterly infatuated.
She purrs with ecstasy as she throws her head back, holding her breasts and tenses. I’m so aroused, I pull her to me, needing to feel her trembling body next to mine.
“This cock is yours. You can use it whenever you want, darling.” Rolling us over, I spread her legs wide, gripping her ass and plunge forward, thrusting with purpose. I need to see her come again.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Watching her move, responding to me, aching for more, clawing at my skin and pulling me to her, is sending me to the brink of insanity. When her eyes fly open and she screams my name, I lose all restraint, dignity and control, coming as I cover her body and crush my mouth to hers.
I don’t want her to leave. She needs to stay with me. There’s no way I can wait until Friday to see her again.
I need to marry this girl.