Free Jasmine by Kathi S. Barton Page A

Christ, that’s wonderful.”
    She caught on fast. Soon he was
rocking into her sweet mouth as he had her pussy the night before. He could
barely manage to remember to breathe; teaching her was out of the question.
Besides, if she got any better at this he’d be begging her to let him
come.
    Her hand wrapped around his cock
as she licked him like a cone. When their eyes met he knew that she was close
to coming herself. She’d done as he’d commanded her to and not touched herself,
but she was enjoying herself so much that she didn’t need to touch to come. Wrapping
his hand in her hair he showed her how he wanted her to take him. He was
touching the back of her throat with every surge now. And when she took him
deep and swallowed he came.
    “Fuck,” he shouted as she
swallowed him. Every time she tightened around him, he felt his cock pour more
down her. Yanking her head off him he lifted her and shoved her over the table.
With a sweep of his hand every plate there hit the floor. He was deep inside of
her before the last plate broke.
    She didn’t speak, didn’t beg. He
wanted her to; he wanted to bring her quickly and hard. He brought his hand
down across her ass as he slammed into her. When he reached around her and
pinched her clit she screamed out his name and he gathered her cream up and
smeared it over her tiny rosette.
    “I didn’t tell you to make me
come, slave. You’ll be punished for that now.” He slid his thumb into her. She
was tight and he doubted she even felt the small pain. “I’m going to stretch
this hole for me. I’m going to fuck you here while I fuck you with a dildo. Two
cocks deep in you and you can’t come.”
    He worked her ass hard, harder
than he knew he should have, but he was beyond thinking and when he felt his
balls tighten again he moved another finger in her and heard her scream.
    “Color,” he demanded of her. “Now,
tell me a color.”
    “Green,” she sobbed over and over.
“Green, green, green.”
    He couldn’t hold back. He was
going to come again. Leaning down to her shoulder he bit her lobe and, with
another command for her to come, he spilled his seed deep within her as she
shouted out her own release.

Chapter 8
     
    Jazzie was sitting in the lobby of
the Howard building the next afternoon. Well, sitting wasn’t all she was doing.
She was squirming too. She hurt slightly and she was nervous. She thought
briefly of why she hurt.
    Nathan had made her come so hard
last night that she thought she’d pulled some muscles. He’d also stretched her
bottom. She smiled when she thought of how sweet he’d been after they’d had sex
on the kitchen table. Not only had he run a hot bath for her, but he’d put
lotion on her abused muscles and had told her how sorry he was.
    She told him she liked that he’d
lost control. And his low growl made her wet all over again. He told her that
he should have taken his time and that he would from now on, but she was so
responsive that he’d just wanted to take her. She wished, in a way, he had. And
then he’d made love to her. Slowly and passionately. Her body was on fire for
him when he finally took her over the edge. And she only stirred slightly when
he’d left her bed.
    “Miss Waite, Mr. Miller will see
you now,” the secretary said, taking her from her musings. Jazzie had a slight
moment of panic, but tamped it down as she thanked her and went into his
office.
    “Jazzie, how the heck are you? Have
you come to tell me that you’ve decided to move in with us and help with the
babies?” They both laughed. He’d been asking her that same thing since they’d
had the triplets just over a year ago.
    She sat down, suddenly unsure if
this was a good idea. She started to stand to go when she saw the small note in
the top of her bag. Pulling it out, she read the short but very wonderful note
from Nathan before putting it deep into her bag.
    “I have something to tell you.
Something…something you have to swear not to tell