I was smoother than this in high school.” “You have me ready to bust in my jeans, beautiful. Jasper tore his mouth free, releasing a gruff exhale into her neck. And he’d have failed in his one attempt to be more to someone. She’d see the local tramp, like everyone else. But Rita wouldn’t look at him the same way afterward. She’d leave the encounter with no doubt of his experience, because, hell, Jasper knew every button to press, when to change rhythm, when to be forceful or pull back. Any farther and they’d end up somewhere naked.

Why else would she be tugging on his belt, encouraging him to rock into the notch of her pussy? Too far. When her hands slipped under his shirt and pulled down on his belt buckle, putting pressure on Jasper’s cock, he cursed into her mouth, securing his fist in her hair like a goddamn barbarian.

They were attacking each other with seeking tongues and open lips, playing chicken to see who would give in first. They were both breathing through their noses so as not to break the voracious mouth-fucking they were engaging in, and that shouldn’t have been so all-out sexy. His knee rammed into the bike-almost as if his leg had tried to buckle-shooting pain up his right thigh, but it vanished under the pleasure. Their mouths slanted and somehow-somehow-that feast of lips and tongue and teeth was even more potent than the night before. Rita nodded, meshing their wet lips together in the process. I think you’re gorgeous as sin and I need your mouth on mine.”

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