Billionaire Unmasked(51)

Hope wasn’t having it. She needed Jason inside her. “You do it,” she countered and stood back with her hands by her side. “When we made our deal, I told you I’d do anything you wanted. Make me do it,” she challenged, without a flinch as she watched his nostrils flare and the muscle in his jaw twitch.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to,” she answered in a sultry voice, enthralled as she watched him struggle with himself. They needed to get beyond his fear of hurting her. Her need to feel him raw and untamed pounded at her, her desire to surrender a powerful aphrodisiac. “I know who I’m with. Now do it, Jason,” she cajoled, deliberately using his name.

His eyes flared with molten heat, and he raised his hands to the little buttons on the front of her short-sleeved cotton shirt. “Need to touch you, Hope.” His fingers fumbled with the first button before he finally gripped both sides of the material and tore it open. Buttons scattered in all directions. Not bothering with the clasp to her bra, he did the same thing to release her breasts as the lacy material gave to his powerful grip.

Hope’s pussy flooded with heat as she watched his hungry eyes roam over her exposed breasts. She reached out and clawed at his t-shirt, tried to push it up and off his body. He lifted his arms, let her pull the shirt off and drop it on the floor before he disposed of her bra and tattered shirt as he pulled them down her arms and let them hit the plush carpet soundlessly.

On his knees now, he let his hands roam over her upper body, cup her breasts and tease the sensitive peaks with his thumbs. She braced her hands on his shoulders, closed her eyes and whimpered from the feel of his hot mouth as it left wet kisses on her belly, at the touch of his fingers on her nipples. He sensitized every inch of flesh that he touched, and her body trembled, craving and hungry. “Please,” she begged. Every nerve fired with electricity.

Another coil of heat between her thighs built as he pinched her nipples again. He moved his hands down her belly and popped the button of her jeans. The zipper lowered, he grasped the jeans and her panties; his powerful biceps flexed as he yanked them down her thighs.

“Step out of them,” Jason ordered gutturally.

Using his shoulders to steady herself, Hope shucked the jeans and panties, and stood before him, completely nude. Her body and mind completely focused on Jason, she wasn’t self-conscious. Obviously, he liked her ample hips and ass.

His body lowered more, his butt almost on the carpet. He blew a hot breath over her pussy and made Hope shiver with anticipation. “Yes,” she moaned. “Please.” She needed his hot, hungry mouth to devour her.

Running his hands down the outside of her thighs, he brought them back up again on the sensitive flesh on the inside of her legs and brushed against her core. “You’re so beautiful,” he uttered, mesmerized as he ran his fingers through the cropped hair on her pussy. “This is just as fiery as your hair.” His thumb parted her folds and slid through the slick heat to circle her clit.

Hope panted. His hot breath wafted over her core; his teasing finger on her pulsating bundle of nerves was about to make her go up in flames. “Jason,” she pleaded.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Say my name. Remember who’s going to make you come. Hold on to me.” He suddenly lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and then grasped her ass to pull her core against his face and consumed her as though his life depended on her for sustenance.

Sweet baby Jesus! Hope’s short fingernails dug into his shoulders as Jason dove into her wet heat and used his entire mouth to ravage her. His tongue laved her flesh, lapped from her channel to her clit over and over, branded her as his own as a strangled cry left her lips, the heat of his mouth on her overwhelming. “Oh, God. Jason. Yes.”

Looking down, she felt herself incinerate as she watched his golden head between her thighs, lost in the carnal act of pleasuring her. One hand speared through his beautiful, disheveled hair and she held on, urged him harder, deeper. When his tongue zeroed in on her clit, every flick on the sensitive bud made her body jerk. “Fill me, Jason. Please.” She now needed the act he’d performed in the shower that had sent her into a horrifying flashback. There was no doubt she was going to come; her body already pulsated. “Now,” she pleaded desperately when she sensed his hesitation. “I need you.” She wanted to be completely consumed by him.

He glided two fingers into her, curled them against a g-spot she hadn’t even realized she had, and caressed it over and over again.

Hope imploded. Her channel clenched around his fingers as she threw her head back and let her powerful climax take her; her body shuddered as she screamed his name. “Jason!”