Chapter 9 - Jasmine
I always considered myself a modern woman. Independent. Strong. I didn’t need a man in my life to make it complete, and I definitely didn’t need one giving me orders. But when he commanded my mouth to open, I couldn’t resist complying. Whether the logical, modern part of my brain appreciated it or not, the more primal and lustful part was dying to have him order me around just like he promised.
He was hot, and I was eating it up.
His hand was in my hair, gripping it tightly, the other held my hip so tightly, there might be bruises later. is tongue explored and tasted my mouth like it was the best and only thing he wanted.
His hips ground into mine, his erection hard and long against my core. If there hadn’t been several layers of clothes between our bodies, I would
