Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
My already hard dick stiffened even more. At this rate, I’d be straddling the line of rape and seduction if she kept ordering me any further. Jasmine had a way with me, something that no other could achieve. She knew how to talk to me and make my flesh go wild. Even worse, I doubted this was her intention. She was just being herself.
Pulling her in even closer so that her face was an inch from mine, I landed a kiss on Jasmine’s forehead. “You’re my Yoko Ono. You make me delirious. You make me want to give it all up for you.”
“Yoko? Isn’t that the chick who broke up the Beatles?”
“Yes.”
She yawned. “So you’re saying I broke up your band?”
I smacked her behind. “Pretty much.”
“Didn’t people hate Yoko Ono?”
“Well, yeah. That was a different time. There were so many reasons people said they hated her.”
“What were some of them?”
I chuckled. “I read Paul’s bio. He claimed that John and Yoko spent almost every minute together. When they recorded Abbey Road, she had a bed moved into the studio so she could sit next to him as he sang.”
“That’s intense, but no reason for fans to hate her.”
“Yeah, but according to Paul, the band had all agreed never to have women in the studio. What made it worse was that John always depended on her opinions whenever he played on the record.”
“I bet race played a part in it. You know? For why the fans hated her so much. Those were rough times.”
“Yeah. Some of the jokes and statements about Yoko during those years touched on the fact that she was Asian. I hate to admit it, but if she were white, there might’ve never been a problem with her at all.”
“Yep. Bands always break up after a while. At least most groups. I imagine it’s difficult dealing with all those personalities.”
Prior arguments with Dawn and Wendy flashed in my head. “I get that. Having three girlfriends at once gave me weekly headaches. Once I started boxing and having someone to punch, the aches left, but the stress always continued.”
She stared at me for a moment in silence as if pondering what I’d said.
What are you thinking about, little treasure?
Finally she broke the quiet of our bedroom. “Who gave you the most trouble?”
“Dawn.”
“Who gave you the least?”
“Lucy.”
She twisted her lips to the side.
“What are you wondering?” I asked.
“I have no idea. I’m just trying to grab for clues.”
“You’re always on the case, Folombo?”
“Folombo?”
“I’m stealing Vivian’s trick and calling you a fake Colombo.”
“Please don’t take that from her. It’s the dumbest thing ever.”
“You’re just jealous that I burned you.”
“Sure.” She sucked her teeth. “So tell me more about your time as a harem leader or should I just say pimp?”
I had to kiss her. “I sort of like the word pimp when you’re directing it toward me.”
“I bet you do.”
I slid my hands down the outline of her curvy body. God sculpted women for the main goal of taunting the hell out of men, and Jasmine’s body relentlessly teased and lured me into a twisted addiction. Her love was the purest cocaine. Anytime I couldn’t taste her, I remained strung and depleted, lost and defeated. “Take off your clothes.”
“No.” She stuck her tongue out. Growling, I dove for it and encased that wet length in my mouth, not willing to let go until she groaned. And she did, so loud my cock twitched in my pants.
My probation ends today.
I rubbed my length against her thigh. She arched my way a little. That told me all I needed to know. I directed my hands under her gown, massaging every inch of her thick thighs. “I’m going to fuck you.”
“No. You’re going to fuck your hand.”
“Tesoro, I don’t touch myself. It’s beneath me.”
A vibrant laugh fled her lips. “God, you’re so spoiled.”
“Am I?”
With hooded eyes, she whispered, “You’re not getting any sex, bratty boy.”
“Touch it for me.” I rubbed against her.
“No. You’re on probation.”
“My cock says different.” I nibbled at her neck. She couldn’t help moaning. That lovely sound incited my body to react. My length jumped. The tip warmed. We’ll be inside her soon. My heartbeats increased. Forget cocaine, Jasmine was heroin or something even worse. My veins buzzed with energy. Fog filled my head. All I could think of was her flesh in my hands.
If I could devour her, I would. I’d eat every bit away so no one else could have her.
“This is a very dangerous thing, tesoro. On one hand, you’re doing a decent job of handling me. I am learning my place. On the other hand”—I captured her skin with my mouth and sucked hard until she groaned. “Well, on the other hand, when I finally enter you, I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll forget all the beautiful work you’ve done. I’ll own you again with my cock.”