Jasper's gaze darkens as he stares down between my legs. I'm wearing a gray pair of cotton panties, and embarrassingly, there's a huge wet spot on the front. Jasper doesn't comment on it and silently motions for me to keep going.

I take my top off next, peeling the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and making him groan in frustration. I smile, happy knowing I have an effect on him, too.

I remove my top, slowly, allowing my tits to bounce free. Jasper is watching me with unadulterated lust, but there's something else in his eyes – something similar to hatred. Raw, vicious, hate.

"Pinch your nipples," he demands. "Other hand between your legs. Rub my pussy."

That little pronoun sends my heart racing and my hands move of their own accord, one cupping my soaked pussy and the other trapping a nipple in its firm grip, squeezing hard. My lips open in a soft o-shape and Jasper just watches, like he always does.

"Are you just going to stand there?" I hiss. "What are you, some kind of voyeur?"

"You're quite the exhibitionist yourself." His voice is rough, dark and sexy, and it's making me melt. "I think I'm fine where I am. Keep touching. Rubbing. Dripping."

I do as he says, pinching my nipple so hard it makes me leak even more. "Jasper. Give me what I want."

"And what is it that you want, Pet?"

I hesitate, biting my lower lip, but I can't keep it to myself any longer. "I want you to come over here and fuck me over this counter, Jasper."

He toys with the key in his pocket. "I'm only going to ask you for consent once. Do you understand that?"

Every heartbeat feels like an era. "Yes, I understand."

He withdraws his hand from his pocket, taking a slow step toward me, reaches out to cup my face with his palm, so gentle it shocks me into submission. But soon enough, his hand moves down my throat, capturing my neck beneath strong, long fingers. "That was a mistake, Pet. You're going to regret it."

He picks me up by my throat. My legs kick into thin air, but the moment's over a second later once he places me butt-down on the kitchen counter. I'm already panicking, my body shooting bursts of adrenaline through my system. All my instincts slam into me again, reminding me with each second that I need to get away.

Run.

Run.

Run.

"Make me regret it, then." The words leave my lips before I can stop myself, and I look anywhere but at Jasper, afraid of his reaction. My mouth won't shut up though, and I keep talking. "Please, Jasper. I want to regret it."

He kisses me then. Long, hard, almost violent in his desire to bruise my lips with his markings. My body instantly melts against his, but he holds me in place, making sure I don't fall. His lips devour me. He sucks on my bottom lip, nibbling, digging his teeth into it. He's gentle at first, but soon enough, his motions become more frantic. He starts tugging at my panties, and I let him. Soft gasps leave my mouth as he assaults my mouth with his tongue.

Finally, he pulls the panties down and tugs them from my feet, and my thighs open for him. Jasper's hand is on my pussy and I'm mentally screaming about the thought of leaving wet traces on his strong fingers. He doesn't let go. Instead, he chuckles, a low, throaty sound as I begin to drip all over him. I shut my eyes tightly, but he won't stop. He touches everything, everywhere. From my pussy, to my nipples, to my shoulder blades. He feels me up like I'm a cheap whore, but he makes me feel like a princess. A spoiled princess whose every thought revolves around the reward she wants.

My eyes go to his crotch and he grabs himself through his jeans, smirking at me. "Want it, Pet?"

I nod wordlessly, swallowing.

“Say it in words.”

"I want it."

He forces me to lie down on the counter and walks around it. I'm on my back, my head hanging off the marble, and he grabs my neck from behind, holding me up as he pulls his cock free of his pants.

He’s fucking huge. There's a big, angry vein throbbing along his length, and drops of pre-cum glisten on his tip like pearls. I lick my lips, my eyes going to his, silently begging for more.

Slowly, he pushes his cockhead into my mouth. I choke on it and he lets up, but the moment I take a deep breath, he's pushing into me again. My mouth waters, filling with saliva as he begins to move his hips back and forth, his thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

I want him.

I watch him bite his lip, tilt his chin up as I start to lick and suck on his cock, his balls.

I need him.

"Just like that, Petal. Get it nice and fucking wet so I can put it in your pussy."

A moan leaves my lips and he grabs me ever more firmly then, holding me in place and filling me up to the very brim. I gargle on my own spit and his pre-cum, but he won't let up. He just pleasures himself with my throat like he owns it. Like it's his own personal toy.

And then he pulls out with a pop. I cry out at the loss, but he doesn't make me wait for long. He rounds the counter again, and this time, there's nothing patient about him.

Jasper holds my shivering thighs open, his palms on either side of my legs as he leans in and takes a long, painfully slow lick of my pussy.

"Jesus fuck, Pet, you taste so damn good. I could drink you all night long."

His stubble scratches my thighs and I moan out loud as he continues his delicious assaults. Long, forbidden licks of my pussy send me into a frenzy, and I tangle my fingers in Jasper's hair. I've done this with a few guys, but I never liked it. This, with him... it's something else. He's fucking enjoying it. Maybe even more than I am.

I let out another cry as his lips wrap around my clit, sucking, biting down. My teeth grit together. I want him so much it hurts.

He brings me impossibly close to an orgasm, so close I'm gasping, muttering his name over and over again. And when I'm right at the brink, hanging above the precipice, he pulls me up. Jasper moves back and I groan in frustration, but then I feel him spit on me and he takes his cock in his hand, jerking it with fast, needy motions.

"It's going inside you now," he mutters, and I cry out as he shunts me towards him and positions his tip right at my entrance. With a single thrust of his hips, he enters me, penetrating any walls I'd put up between us.

The realization of it hits me in after waves of shock, and Jasper grins down at me. "I know you love this. I know you love being fucked like this, the way you deserve. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

It takes me a moment to figure out the soft little sobs I hear are coming from me as his cock pushes deep. I'm so close to an orgasm, but I don't want my eyes to roll back and lose this vital connection I have with him.

"You know what I want, Pet?" He leans down, nuzzling my neck and biting my right earlobe. "I want you to come on my cock. I want to know what you feel like when you do."

One more sob and I'm right there. As moans rip themselves from my lips, Jasper grabs me by the wrists and holds me down. I shake my head, crying, pleading, and then, suddenly I’m coming on him with such force I groan gutturally. Jasper smothers my mouth with a kiss and my sounds turn needier, softer as he keeps driving inside me with every thrust.

"You want me to come inside you?" His voice is like the devil on my shoulder. "Right here in your juicy cunt? Without a condom, without anything between us?"