Free Jase (MMA Bad Boys Book 3) by L. Grubb Page A

be buried so deep inside your cunt that you’ll feel it next week,” he mumbles into my mouth. My vagina gushes at the words and he thrusts a finger inside, quickly followed by a second. Goddamn, that’s too fucking good. I’m already on the edge, ready to tumble but I hold back, not wanting to scream when there’s other ears that can hear me. It’s fucking hard though, especially when he curls his fingers to reach that spot deep inside me that is practically a fucking button to my orgasm.
    “Come for me, don’t worry about the driver, he has headphones in.” He winks at me as he pulls his head back to watch my face. He does the movement with his hand again and there’s no stopping the orgasm from exploding. I cry out his name as my hands hold his jacket tighter, my face scrunches up and my eyes squeeze shut as I bask in the euphoria raining down on me. Holy fucking shit. That’s all I have running in my head right now. That and, damn he’s good with his fingers.
    He pulls his hand away and up to his face where he licks his fingers clean and I swear to fucking God, I have a mini orgasm at that alone. Our hard breathing is all that can be heard in the vehicle, except for the music playing in the background, and I shut my legs and enjoy the little aftershocks that shake my body. I must look a complete hot mess, I’m sweating profusely and I can just imagine the state of my hair and make-up.
    “You’ve never looked so beautiful, Frankie.” His voice in my ear makes my body shiver and again my eyelids flutter closed. The American accent is my new favourite accent, I swear.
    “Wait, did I say something out loud? Or are you reading my mind again?” I look at him with a confused expression and he chuckles.
    “You spoke out loud, babe. But you don’t look a mess. You’re so fucking hot right now that I’m barely controlling the urge to sink into your pussy.” My cheeks heat and he strokes a hand down my face. “I love it when you blush.”
    “You seem to make that happen enough times.” I laugh as his lips twitch. I hope we’re almost close to his because me and him have some serious catching up to do in the bedroom.
    The vehicle lurches to a stop and Jase turns his head to look out of the tinted windows. “We’re here, let’s go.”
    He opens the door before the chauffeur does and pulls me out with him. He does it so quickly that I’m pretty sure I flash my gash to the couple that walked past who were openly staring at the limo.
    I wave to the man who drove us and he tilts his head in acknowledgement. I’m pulled up the stone steps and rub my arms as he unlocks the door, once again dragging me along behind him. I walk into the living room by myself as he secures the door and admire his home. It’s super masculine but damn nice as well. The plasma screen TV makes me roll my eyes and think, ‘boys and their toys’. I don’t have any time to peruse the rest of the room though because I’m over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift in the blink of an eye. “What the fuck, Jase? A little warning would have been grand!” I exclaim, smacking his arse.
    “What would be the fun in that?” He chuckles, reciprocating with a hard slap to my exposed backside.
    “Ow, you fucker!” I pummel my small fists on his bum as he carries me through the house. After eating so much food, I’m surprised I don’t puke all down his nice suit as I bobble up and down on his shoulder. He throws me on the bed and crawls between my legs, kissing his way from my thighs to my cleavage and the berating I was about to give him dies in my throat.
    My skin is hyper aware of his lips and my hairs on my arms are standing up. My thong is again drenched in my juices because I know it won’t be long until I have his monster dick buried in me. I close my eyes and soak up the pleasure as he frees my boobs from the confining dress.
     
     
     

 

     
    Her nipples are standing to attention and I lick around the areola before pulling