I couldn’t decipher her smile and didn’t let myself think about it too long. “I know. You want to fuck.”
“So do you,” I shot back and pushed myself off the floor and sat on the sofa.
Mo smiled again and shrugged. “It’s what I do. It’s what I’m good at.” Her words were flat as she turned back to the sofa and removed my towel. She settled on top of me, straddling my hips as she dragged her pussy up and down the length of my cock.
My hands went to her hips, gripping them tight to speed up the drag of her wetness against my cock. “Mo.”
She said nothing as her gaze settled on mine for only a moment before her lips were on mine. The kiss was rough and intense, frantic and raw as if she couldn’t get enough of me. Mo growled and ground harder against me, coating my cock with her juices.
She reached behind her to grip my cock, giving it several hard tugs before she lowered herself slowly, gripping every inch of me until my cock was buried so deep that I groaned.
“Ah, fuck, Mo. Yes.”
She tore her mouth from mine and stared at me as she took her pleasure, fucking my cock hard, tits bouncing in my face. “Ah,” she growled and moved even faster. She moved like a woman possessed, fucking my dick hard and fast, with no regard for my pleasure.
“Mo.” I grasped her hips to slow her down, but she only moved faster and put a hand to my throat. Her gaze seared through me, serious and filled with pain as she slammed down on my cock again and again and again. It was almost as if she wasn’t seeing me like she was fucking something out of herself, and I didn’t like it.
“Goddammit, Mo,” I grunted and pushed to the edge of the couch to stand.
My legs moved slowly as I walked her to the bedroom. All the while, her hips swirled, and she continued to take her pleasure from my cock, only stopping when I tossed her on the bed.
“Don’t fucking take your eyes off me,” I growled and settled between her legs. “Look at me, Mo.”
“I see you,” she growled and wrapped her legs around my waist. “You are all I fucking see,” she growled and sank her teeth into my shoulder and wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Good.” While I was fucking her, I should be the only thing she saw. Climbing on my oversized king bed, my hips spread her thighs while I stroked my cock and stared at her. Pale skin tinged pink from exertion, perfect tits, and a slightly rounded belly. It was a beautiful fucking sight, and I pushed the tip of my cock against her cunt, rubbing it up and down against her clit.
“Fuck,” she grunted and rolled her hips. “Fuck. Yes.” Her eyes slid closed, and I stopped moving.
“Mo.” Her eyes opened again, and I smiled. “That’s better.”
In response, Mo dug her heels into the top of my ass and pressed hard, trying to fuck me the way she wanted to be fucked. I gripped her hips to hold her in place, and I gave her what she needed, what I knew she needed. A good hard fuck. My cock was painfully swollen as I pumped into her, harder and faster, sweat dripped down my body as I chased my own fucking demons.
Mo’s turquoise blue eyes stared at me, maybe through me, intense as fuck, which kept me trapped in her gaze as my dick sank deep and pulled out while she clenched around me and flooded my cock until my balls were soaked.
“Jas,” she moaned so quietly I wasn’t sure I actually heard her.
Her body jerked, and her cunt clamped down hard around me, yanking my orgasm from my body just as hers erupted.
“Fuck, Mo.” Her pussy was so tight as it sucked my cock, I couldn’t stop moving, pumping so her body ate my whole cock until I trembled and growled out my pleasure.
She came and came, pleasure and honey dripping between us until Mo was completely, beautifully spent. Her body went slack even as her chest heaved, tits jiggling slightly under the effort, and goddammit, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t look away.
She was fucking beautiful. How had I never noticed before?
It didn’t matter. I didn’t have time for whatever the fuck this was. Feelings and me, we didn’t spend time in the same fucking room. Not ever. Not now.
I rolled off Mo and stalked to the shower.
I had shit to do.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mo
I woke up after that purge fuck with Jasper feeling deliciously sore in all the right places. My thighs ached from the harsh twitch of my orgasm, my swollen belly hurt under the baby, and my pussy was beautifully used. Well used as it always was after a fuck session with Jasper. It was the first time in months I’d woken up with a smile on my face, despite the low-level morning sickness that kept me lying on my back.