Page 90 of Jackpot Joker

She rubs her hands against my chest and bites her bottom lip, knowing what I’m looking for. “I love you, Dario.”

The pain that shoots up my neck is worth it as I crash my lips down upon hers, reveling in her taste and her words. When I pull back, I stare into her eyes, admiring the gold flecks in her irises. “I heard your words, you know? The story about your brother and the pickle juice, along with your confession. I want to share mine.”

A jolt of pain chooses that moment to shoot through my forehead, and I wince, clutching at it. Jasmine guides me to the bed, where I lie down. I smile when she joins me, the pain instantly soothing. She rests her head against my chest, her hand on my stomach. “I think I fell in love with you from the moment we met. You stepped out of that elevator like an angel sent to save my soul. You challenge me. You make me a better man. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you’re safe and happy. I love you, Jasmine. You may have been dealt the Joker, but I hit the damn jackpot.”

“Jasmine?” Today I was finally released from my medical team, having made a full recovery. I plan to celebrate with the woman I love, but she had some work to do and had to stay at the suite while I met with the doctor.

I make my way to the bedroom, pushing open the doors and dropping my jaw at the sight in front of me. In my bed is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The deep burgundy fabric molds Jasmine’s curves as though this piece of lingerie was made specifically for her. Her golden waves fall over the lace detailing, ending at her hard, dusty rose nipples peeking through the material. My mouth waters at the sight of them, but my eyes continue to trail down her body.

The sheer fabric skates across her hips, cupping what I long for, and leaving her thighs free. Those long legs of hers are spread, showing me exactly where she needs me, and I can already see how aroused she is where she leaks through, darkening the material, like a cabernet I can’t wait to sip.

She’s propped on her elbows, skating her hands against her torso, allowing her fingers to dance over the material I can’t wait to rip away from her flesh. A confident smile greets me.

“Did you get good news from the doctor?”

I nod, unbuttoning my shirt and taking off my pants at record speed. Her smile grows, and her fingers trail lower.

“They cleared you?” she asks, her voice breathy with need as her fingers dip between her legs.

“Yes,” I manage to stammer out as though I lost my voice all over again.

She pushes on her elbows, leaning up a little more to better focus on my now naked body. My cock is painfully hard, and I curse as my hand grips it. Jasmine licks her lips as she tracks my movement, and I make my way over to her.

“I need that,” she moans.

“I need you.” I crawl onto the bed, hovering over her stunning body, and lean down to capture one of her nipples. Even through the fabric, she tastes like mine.

I release her with a pop and smile at her, trailing my hands against the one-piece she wears. “This is pretty.”

She bites her lip. “I bought it for you.”

I hum, then bend down and plant kisses along the curves of her breasts, above where the fabric begins.

“Was it expensive?” I ask, moving down her body.

Jasmine laughs, and I smile at my favorite fucking sound. “Very, so don’t rip it.”

I lift my head from where I was kissing her stomach and pout, causing her to laugh again. “I’m serious, Dario. Don’t you dare rip this. I really like it, and I want to wear it for you again.”

Since I don’t hate the sound of that, I pivot to another plan and settle myself between her legs. I tug the fabric to the side and bend down, trailing my tongue up her slit. “Fuck,” I moan. “Do you know what fucking torture it is to have to go weeks without your favorite thing to eat?”

My tongue dips in again, then moves up to circle her clit. Jasmine moans and cups her breasts in her hands. “That’s right, mio toro, play with those perfect tits of yours while I feast on this cunt.”

She does as I say, pulling the top of her bodysuit down to expose her breasts while I dive in and drink from her center. I will never get my fill of this woman. I don’t care if my neck cramps up like the doctor suggested it could still do; I will not pull away until Jasmine comes on my tongue.

“Dario, yes, that feels so good.” She writhes under me, and I press my hand to her lower stomach, pinning her in place as I continue to eat her pussy like it’s my last meal. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Dario, I’m so close.” Her words come out in pants, and my eyes dart up to see her pinching her nipples while I continue to move my tongue back and forth. I push down a little more on her stomach, causing her to arch her back, and the sweetest sound spills from her lips as my favorite drink floods my mouth.

I keep my eyes on her as the orgasm pulses through her body, not letting up until she tugs at my hair. When my mouth pops off of her, I smile down at her. “Such a good girl coming on my tongue. Now it’s time to come on my cock.”

Her eyes flare with desire as I begin to tug the fabric down her body. Once the piece she specifically bought for me is discarded, I flip her over. “Get on your knees and hold on to the headboard. I’ve been waiting a long fucking time to sink inside of you.”

As soon as Jasmine gets into the position I demanded, I plunge my cock into her glorious cunt. “Fuck,” I moan. “I’ve missed you so much.” I pull back out before pushing myself back in, hiding each one of my piercings inside of her.

“This pussy was made for me. You were made for me. You’re mine, Jasmine Baker.”

“Yours,” she pants. “I’m yours, Dario.”

My pace quickens as I continue to thrust inside of her, my hands gripping her hips and forcing her back onto my cock. There is nothing that feels better than the way this woman’s cunt squeezes my cock, and I’m on the precipice of release when she moves to sit up.