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“You do molly?” I ask, restraining her hands to the sides of her body.
“I don’t know, but would you mind putting your hands back on me? It felt so good.” Her voice is seductive, and my dick is straining to get inside her. I growl, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. She moans and wiggles her ass in my hold. I groan, biting into her thigh. She is causing the irritation, so I am giving her the pain.
How am I going to not touch her?
When I get to the bottom, I find Axel. “Touch my sister and we're going to have bigger problems than we already do.”
He tilts his head. “Is that Jasmine?”
I curl my lip.
“Yeah?” He steps up to me.
Really, motherfucker?
“You hurt her,” he points at Jasmine, “and we’ll have fucking problems.” His eyes narrow as if he’s contemplating taking her from me. I’d like to see him try.
“You got a thing for my girl?” I ask.
He laughs. “She’s not your girl, Easton. Don’t lie like that. But no, I don’t. She’s a friend, one I care about.”
“Well, she’s fucking fine. I’m taking her home. You know, since you gave her fucking molly,” I growl the last word.
He shrugs unapologetically. “She finally had some fun.”
I turn on my heel, stomping out of the party. All eyes are on me. I put Jasmine in my Ferrari, buckling her in. She wiggles in her seat, her big doe eyes looking pleadingly at me. I am not going to take her. Not like this. But I can help her. Throwing the car into drive, I speed away from the party and to our community.
This fucking night.
* * *
I’m spread out on Jasmine's bed, my arms tucked behind my head as she struggles to get the dress off. I should help her, but I like to watch her suffer. Her tits bounce as she jumps, finally throwing the dress off, exposing her skin. It’s white like snow and her hair is dark like a raven’s feathers, lips as red as blood. She looks like my own personal Snow White. She’s in a lace black strapless bra and matching lacy panties. She’s trying and failing to get her boots off.
Sighing, I say, “Jasmine, baby, come here.” Jasmine? Baby? The actual fuck?
Her big eyes widen, the green electrifying. She crawls onto the bed, hips swaying. I stifle a groan and slowly pull the zippers on the boots down. Caressing her ankles and then her calves. She fucking moans, again. At this point, my balls are so blue they're going to fall off. I latch onto her ankles, dragging her up my body until her sweet pussy is level with my face. I lick the lace. “You want me to touch you?”
She nods, resting back on her elbows to watch me. I smirk, pushing her panties to the side. Slowly inhaling her before I lick through her folds, finding her clit, flicking it with my tongue. I rub circles on the inside of her thigh, inching my way up until I enter her with one finger. The sounds she makes. Fuck. The fucking sounds are so sweet. I brush my teeth lightly over her clit. Her long lashes flutter over the apples of her cheeks. I slip another finger inside her wet, tight hole, sucking her clit into my mouth and pressing my tongue flat against it. She’s hot and so fucking sweet.
“Have you ever been touched like this?” I look up to her. She shakes her head. Good. I bite her clit. “Anyone ever touched you at all?” She nods. “Who?” I growl into her pussy, planting kisses along it. My thumb traces her scars. Scars are supposed to be ugly, right? Wrong. She wears hers like armor. So vivid against herlight skin. “You better be glad you’re fucked up, Snitch. A lesser man would have taken advantage of you. And the way you’re throwing yourself at me, that sweet pussy in my face, begging to be fucked, is tempting. The next time you give me even an ounce of want, I’m taking you. No matter what.”
She doesn’t answer, just keeps moaning as she grinds her face into my mouth. I flick my tongue inside her, then move to her clit, and push my fingers back inside of her. She’s tight. She squeezes my fingers for dear life. I work her with my mouth and fingers, until her body tenses, a low cry falling from her lips, her pussy convulsing around my fingers, body shattering. The whimpers and moans she releases is my new favorite soundtrack. She becomes limp and I lick her one last time.
I grab her, turning her until she’s laying on my chest. “Easton,” she whispers
“Yeah?” I ask, tangling my hands in her thick black hair, irritation at what I had just done eating me alive.
“Thank you.”
“Just go to sleep, Snitch.” She tenses and then eases back into me. And she's softly snoring.
And I am fucked. So utterly fucking fucked.
CHAPTER 7
JASMINE
When I wake up, my head is pounding, and my mouth feels like it’s crammed with cotton balls. I thought drugs made your brain a little fuzzy, but I remember everything.
