“Lay down and turn around,” he says.

I do as he says, and he steps forward reaching for my jeans and pulls them off with my underwear in one full-on forceful yank. I lay naked in front of him now, waiting for him to speak or touch me, but he does neither.

“What’s wrong, Jasper?” I ask sliding up onto my elbows.

He rubs his jaw, while I look down at his cock. It’s hard, large, and throbbing. I want it as much as I want him right in this moment.

“I wonder if after this, you’ll be out of my system?” he asks in the most confused tone.

“And what happens then? Do you kill me? Or perhaps better, not contact me again?” I ask, wanting to know.

“If you warrant death, yes. But so far, you don’t. Or, do you, Isadora?” His hand drops from his jaw as he thinks. As he reaches to touch me between my legs, I’m bare and wet for him. It’s easily done when you’re highly attracted to someone, and I’m absolutely one hundred percent attracted to Jasper.

“Jasper…” I pause. “What’s your surname?” I know what it is, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Moretti.”

“Ohhh… that makes sense.” I nod.

He leans down and in one quick movement, I wrap my legs around his waist and push up pulling him down, so now I’m the one who’s looking down on him. The surprise on his face is every bit worth it.

“What the fuck?” He slaps my thighs. “You’re strong.”

I take the initiative and kiss his lips. He lets me, no sign of hesitation as his hands glide up my bare thighs, and he takes hold of my hips flipping me so fast I’m now on my back. I laugh into his lips and watch as he pulls back and reaches for something. He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth.

I lean up reaching for it. “Let me,” I say in my most seductive tone.

He sits back on the bed next to me, his cock sitting tall, waiting, begging to be touched. With a rip I pull the condom from the packet, and lean forward kissing the top of his cock with my lips then letting my tongue skirt out to touch the tip of it. He moans and it’s exciting. I don’t even have him in my mouth yet, and the want in his eyes is all for me. Making those noises entices me to take him wholly into my mouth, while I still hold the condom in my fingers. His hips thrust upward and his cock goes even deeper, almost into my throat where I’m on the verge of choking, but I somehow resist the urge. Instead, I reach for his balls, rolling them in my fingers as I fuck him with my mouth.

If you’ve never had the pleasure of making a man go crazy for you, touch you, want you, all because you are touching him, you aren’t living your best life.

I know life isn’t all about sex.

But it is fun.

Right?

No! It’s not? Yeah, said no one, ever!

“Is-Isadora…” When my name leaves his lips, just a stutter of my name and the urgency with which he speaks it, I know he needs me in more ways than I’m giving him right now. His fingers thread through my hair, and he pulls me back, takes the condom from my hand and slides it on.

“Jasper. Jasper,” I mutter his name a few times.

“You are a naughty girl with an even naughtier mouth.” He wipes at my mouth with his thumb.

“I’m a good girl, but I’ll be bad for you.”

Jasper’s thumb slides between my breasts and his cock sits between my legs. I push up, wanting him closer to me.

“Impatient.” He tsks at me while shaking his head a few times.

“Needy,” I reply arching up again. He pushes down and in a blink he’s at my entrance. I can feel him there ready to go, ready to make me his for just one night.

Then what, my mind screams at me. You get what you want for the night, then what?

Do I plan to kill him?

Make him drink my potion and force him to fall asleep?

Jasper’s phone starts ringing and it does so loudly. He swears a lot, but before he can get up to answer I push up and he slides his tip inside me. He pauses, eyes wide and alert as he looks back to me.

“Needy,” he mutters what I’ve just said.

Ignoring his phone he pushes inside quickly. I reach my hands out to clutch onto the sheets with both hands as he pushes in, again and again. It’s like pure fucking heaven, I’m floating on his dick.

Fucking floating.

His mouth makes short work of my nipple, and while he’s doing that I do as he says, I don’t touch him. Not once do I touch his back. Instead, I keep my hands on the bed, gripping those sheets, while I close my eyes in pure fucking bliss.

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