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

away and blowing on them. Her back arches and her hands cling to the sheets. Her face is sporting a healthy glow and my dick twitches, desperate to come out and play. I’m so fucking turned on right now, especially after what happened in the limo. The way her face scrunches up when she comes is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen on any woman.
    “I want you to come in my mouth, and only then will I grace you with my cock,” I grumble into her neck. The taste of her on my fingers was definitely not enough.
    “Grace me with you cock? Are you serious, Mr. Egotistical?” Her eyes light up in amusement and I smile.
    “I know how it rocked your world last time, princess, so don’t give me that bullshit.” I pull the straps of her dress over her shoulders and down her arms. The spaghetti straps look easy to snap but the dress looks expensive so I contain myself for just a little while longer.
    She shimmies as I pull is down, helping out majorly as the dress clings to her skin. I throw it on the chair in the corner of the room and turn to face her, but my eyes drop to the tiniest black thong I’ve ever seen, and I groan because it doesn’t leave much to the imagination; it’s completely see through. Fuck me sideways, that’s hot and my self-restraint has just flown out the fucking window.
    I rip the sides of the thong and it doesn’t take much for the flimsy material to come apart. Her startled surprise makes me laugh but I don’t say shit. I remove my jacket and tie and chuck them on the floor before ripping my shirt open, buttons flying through the air and bouncing everywhere.
    Frankie’s eyes drift down my body and the lust that fills them makes me readjust my penis in my pants. Fuck, she’s so hot and the best part? She doesn’t even know it.
    I lean my head down and kiss each of her nipples and the moan that leaves her goes straight to my groin. I could listen to those sounds all day, but I’m ready to hear her scream.
    Trailing kisses down her body and one on each of her thighs, I can hear the frustration as she blows out on a single breath. I chuckle as I rub my five o’clock shadow against her inner thighs, making them quake from my touch.
    My nose rubs against her pussy and she tries baring down for more friction. “Ugh, come on already, Jase. Don’t leave me fucking hanging.”
    “When you curse, it’s such a turn on. Be patient, princess.” I laugh.
    Focusing my attention back on her pussy, I take a long, languid lick and groan as my taste buds explode. The tangy and sweet flavor of her is fucking divine. My lips latch onto her bud and she squeals. I hold her hips down to stop her incessant wiggling and suck, nibble and lick. Her hands move into my hair and pull, the sting on my scalp making me moan.
    I push two fingers in, knowing damn well that she’s ready for me and the mewls turn into a scream that makes the hair rise on my arms. I pump my hand and flick my tongue and she explodes, her juices run down my hand in a flood. That’s so fucking hot. I lap her up as she tries to shove my head away, I don’t want to move, she fucking tastes like a piece of paradise but I give her room, moving away.
    I unbuckle my belt, pop the button and unzip my trousers, not wasting time shoving them past my hips and down to my ankles, which is fucking awkward when you’re sat on your knees.
    With her juices that still coating my hand, I place it on my painful erection, lubricating it and moan at the slight relief, though not enough relief to cure my blue balls.
    I look up in time to catch Frankie staring wide eyed at my cock and licking her lips. “See something you want, sugar?” I smirk at her as I continue to stroke my dick. She just swallows and I crawl back up her body. “You ready to feel it rub your walls, princess?”
    “Yes…” she says on a moan. Her long dark lashes flutter and fans over her cheeks. “Please…”
    “Begging are we?” I tease, licking her neck and making her shiver.
    “Fuck