Billionaire Unmasked ~ Jason (Billionaire’s Obsession #6)(43)
Author: J.S. Scott

“Fuck,” he growled. “It’s hard for me, too, Hope.”

She reached down and fondled his erection over his jeans. “I can see that it is,” she murmured seductively. “I can fix that.” She pulled her other hand from his and finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Please. I’m fine. I need you.”

Jason speared his hands into her hair. “I don’t want to f**k you, even though I love it when you talk dirty to me. I want to make love to you, baby.”

“I want that, too,” she confided. With his shirt now open, she placed wet kisses on his chest. “I want to touch you.”

Jason tore the shirt down his arms and groaned. “Touch me, then. Just let me know if I hurt you.”

Her core flooded as she ran her palms down his muscular chest, over his powerful biceps and down his back. He felt like hot, hard sin, and she already trembled with the need to have him inside her.

Her hands went to his jeans, fumbled with the buttons until they were all open. Jason pulled them down, taking his boxer briefs with them, and stepped out of them before he reached for the bottom of Hope’s summer shirt. She lifted her arms obediently, ready to be naked, feel them skin-to-skin. “It seems like it’s been forever,” she told him plaintively.

“I know,” he answered roughly. “And it’s only been a week.”

Hope pulled the drawstring on her shorts, wriggled them down with her panties and let Jason pull them off her feet gently.

He laid her lightly on the bed. “I took the mirror down,” he reminded her, as he came between her open thighs.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t need it. You know that. Make love to me the way you want to, Jason. I need to feel you inside me.”

She shuddered as his body came over hers, relieved as their bare skin finally connected. Her ni**les were hard, and his chest abraded the sensitized peaks.

Hope let out an elated sigh; the feel and scent of Jason drove her desire. Thrusting her hands into his hair, she gasped. “I love you.”

Jason fisted his hands in her hair; his mouth roamed over every inch of the delicate skin on her neck and lingered to flick out his tongue and taste her flesh. “I love you,” he answered back, his voice muffled against her throat.

He took his time, his lips moving over her shoulders and down to her br**sts. He took one of the hard ni**les between his lips, worshipped it with his mouth before he paid homage to the other one. Hope whimpered as she held his head to her br**sts, needing more, needing him.

“Jason. Please.” Hope wasn’t going to be able to endure his teasing for very long.

Moving up her body carefully, his tempestuous, covetous gaze roamed over her face before he lowered his mouth to hers.

Hope stroked her fingers over his neck and down his back; she met his kiss with the same urgency as his. Their tongues entwined and meshed, fusing them together. She moaned with the ecstasy of being in this intimate position, the two of them melding together. Her legs wrapped around his hips, she bucked against him, eager to feel him conjoined with her.

Tearing his mouth from hers, his chest heaving, he told her gently, “Easy, baby.” He pinned her hands over her head and held them tightly. Jason looked at her possessively, his blue eyes swirling and turbulent. “Mine. You belong to me.” Although his tone was covetous, it was also awed, incredulous.

“Forever,” she whispered, feeling his need along with her own. “Make love to me, Jason.” She loved his bossy possession in the bedroom, and it ramped up her need, heated her body until she felt as if she was going to go up in flames.

He reached one of his hands down between them, held her wrists in one hand, and ran his fingers through her drenched, torrid folds. He hissed as he found her clit. “You’re so responsive, so wet for me.”

“Only for you,” she keened, wanting him inside her.

“I love the way your body responds to me,” he whispered huskily near her temple. His warm breath wafted tantalizingly over her ear.

Hope cried out as he teased her clit. His thumb first circled the pulsating mass of nerves and then rolled over it with not quite enough pressure. He released her wrists to grasp her ass.

She raked her fingernails down his back, pushed her heels into his ass to make him act.

“Mark me,” he grunted. “God, I f**king love that. Make me yours, Hope. I’ve always been yours.”

His words inflamed her, and she cried out his name as he thrust powerfully into her sheath and buried himself to the root of his cock. “Yes,” she mewled as she dug her nails into his back. “Oh, Jason, you feel so good.”

“You feel incredible, sweetheart.” He groaned. His c**k moved out and then back in with a powerful stroke, both hands now on her ass to keep her positioned right where he wanted her. He pulled her up to meet every entry; their skin slapped together with the force of their joining.

Hope moaned, touched every inch of Jason her fingers could find, moved over his back and down to his ass, grasped his tight rear end and urged him to take her harder, faster.

Jason shifted and pummeled in and out of her channel, stimulating her clit.

“Yes. Please,” she begged. Her body shuddered, heat shooting through her belly and down to her core.

“I love you, baby. Come for me,” he demanded. His thrusts went deeper, faster. He leaned forward and captured her mouth; his tongue speared between her lips and mimicked the hard, fast strokes he gave her with his cock.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

The words pounded through her mind as her body came apart, and she held onto Jason as she spun out of control and her core clenched around him. She moaned into his mouth, and felt his responding groan.

She climaxed just like that, her mouth fused to Jason’s. His c**k pounded into her as she pulsated around him and made him find his own release.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he let his body rest on top of her, as though he didn’t want to separate them. Hope could feel his heart hammer against her br**sts, and they both tried to catch their breath as they lay there stunned and sated.

“Shit. I’m too heavy for you,” Jason said, disgruntled. He rolled to her side and pulled her gently on top of him. “Is your ankle okay?”

Hope couldn’t even feel her ankle. Her body was so sated, her mind so at peace that she’d never feel a tiny pain in her leg. “It’s fine.” She panted and stroked her palm over the rough stubble on his cheek.

She felt overwhelmed, her emotions running high. Tears poured down her face as she choked out, “I love you so much.”