CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The cool surface of the rock beneath my cheek did nothing to ease the fire Jasper was stoking, not only with his c**k but also with the hot words he grumbled and growled at me while pounding me with his colossal girth and length.
God, it was good with Jasper. Too good to believe?
I wanted to be taken by him, to crawl for him, to have him punish me, protect me, and own me. He released my hair and slid his hand down to my c**t, squeezing it as if he were picking something up between his fingers. It was t*****e when combined with the ecstasy of his c**k stroking me so forcefully from the inside, spiraling me toward o****m. When he flicked my button back and forth with his thumb, I covered my mouth and hummed into my hand.
“You can cover your mouth all you want, little o
