when she was just a girl and growing.
Gasping out loud, Jasmine covered her mouth. Holy shit. She glimpsed the stark naked display of Luke Reynold’s chic ass – all bone and muscle and curved in just the right places; she felt the rose between her legs blossom with a great and hungry need. The only thing that he was wearing, was the bronze ring around his finger, and the silver chain along his neck which held the twin ring. His back was glorious in its own right, a black bear imprinted from his shoulder blades down to his tailbone – there seemed to be little stars and a line drawn connecting them, a constellation, maybe?
Craning his neck and chest, carton of milk still in hand and pressed to his lips, Luke made eye contact. He gave that familiar, wolfish smirk.
Jasmine could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks before she squeaked and turned away. “Jesus get a towel or something!” She barked, “and dude, come on, that’s just gross.”
Luke casually placed the carton back in the fridge and shrugged. “Relax I’m gonna take a shower and get out of your hair,” he replied. “Thanks for—“ he paused, “well for what you did.”
Fire slithered up Jasmine’s spine, he couldn’t even admit to being properly thankful; couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge how she saved him. The nerve on that man. Jasmine crossed her arms, listening to the man’s footfalls as he walked away to the bathroom.
Her rage did not last nearly as long as she had wanted it to. She turned around, hearing the showerhead come to life – her heart tapping quicker against her breastbone. He’s so ungrateful, I can’t believe I actually— god, it was so good. Her nipples tightened with pleasure, a warmth linking itself like a hot, thin chain that pulled against her clit. His ass was just so perfect .
Taking tentative steps, Jasmine carefully and quietly approached the bathroom.
The door was left open.
Was he doing that on purpose? She wondered. She could hear the sound of water shooting against the porcelain of her tub, the rhythms of the noise changing for Luke’s every motion in the shower. Dark, wondrous images swam through Jasmine’s mind – his hard chiseled body being sprayed by jets of hot water; Luke’s Adonis belt adorning his swollen cock, it practically made her salivate at the thought.
She’d long been in denial about her lust for the man, having needed a friend – but for as much as the man stirred her; even with the bad blood between them, she felt something . Jasmine pressed her body against the wall, sneaking close to the opening of the door and convincing herself with a thousand reasons as to why she shouldn’t look.
Was he okay with her now? Had he found it within his embittered heart a way to forgive her after last night?
I still haven’t forgiven myself, she reminded. Jasmine closed her eyes and told herself that it wasn’t her fault, that the man was far beyond saving.
Heart thumping in her chest, the strings of love quivering without rest – Jasmine peeked around the corner, ignoring what she thought best.
He hadn’t even pulled over the shower curtains.
Jasmine’s jaw fell an inch and an unbearable tightness overcame her throat. Her blood became liquid fire in that moment, the ends of her already painfully stiff nipples pulsing with arousal – pleasure coalescing around her hardened pink buds.
Luke Reynolds was as amazing as she had always envisioned. Water rippled down his hard sculpted chest; she had to contain herself not to squee like some overexcited schoolgirl when she noted his Adonis belt, that little V shape. She glimpsed his silver necklace, but God, the man’s cock was unreal. Jasmine bit down on her lip so hard that for a moment she feared she might draw blood – never in her life had she seen such a thing of beauty. Long and hard and with a perfect girth, it was true that only a handful of men had ever come into her life in that way, but Luke was by far the biggest . . .
Gasping out loud, Jasmine covered her mouth. Holy shit. She glimpsed the stark naked display of Luke Reynold’s chic ass – all bone and muscle and curved in just the right places; she felt the rose between her legs blossom with a great and hungry need. The only thing that he was wearing, was the bronze ring around his finger, and the silver chain along his neck which held the twin ring. His back was glorious in its own right, a black bear imprinted from his shoulder blades down to his tailbone – there seemed to be little stars and a line drawn connecting them, a constellation, maybe?
Craning his neck and chest, carton of milk still in hand and pressed to his lips, Luke made eye contact. He gave that familiar, wolfish smirk.
Jasmine could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks before she squeaked and turned away. “Jesus get a towel or something!” She barked, “and dude, come on, that’s just gross.”
Luke casually placed the carton back in the fridge and shrugged. “Relax I’m gonna take a shower and get out of your hair,” he replied. “Thanks for—“ he paused, “well for what you did.”
Fire slithered up Jasmine’s spine, he couldn’t even admit to being properly thankful; couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge how she saved him. The nerve on that man. Jasmine crossed her arms, listening to the man’s footfalls as he walked away to the bathroom.
Her rage did not last nearly as long as she had wanted it to. She turned around, hearing the showerhead come to life – her heart tapping quicker against her breastbone. He’s so ungrateful, I can’t believe I actually— god, it was so good. Her nipples tightened with pleasure, a warmth linking itself like a hot, thin chain that pulled against her clit. His ass was just so perfect .
Taking tentative steps, Jasmine carefully and quietly approached the bathroom.
The door was left open.
Was he doing that on purpose? She wondered. She could hear the sound of water shooting against the porcelain of her tub, the rhythms of the noise changing for Luke’s every motion in the shower. Dark, wondrous images swam through Jasmine’s mind – his hard chiseled body being sprayed by jets of hot water; Luke’s Adonis belt adorning his swollen cock, it practically made her salivate at the thought.
She’d long been in denial about her lust for the man, having needed a friend – but for as much as the man stirred her; even with the bad blood between them, she felt something . Jasmine pressed her body against the wall, sneaking close to the opening of the door and convincing herself with a thousand reasons as to why she shouldn’t look.
Was he okay with her now? Had he found it within his embittered heart a way to forgive her after last night?
I still haven’t forgiven myself, she reminded. Jasmine closed her eyes and told herself that it wasn’t her fault, that the man was far beyond saving.
Heart thumping in her chest, the strings of love quivering without rest – Jasmine peeked around the corner, ignoring what she thought best.
He hadn’t even pulled over the shower curtains.
Jasmine’s jaw fell an inch and an unbearable tightness overcame her throat. Her blood became liquid fire in that moment, the ends of her already painfully stiff nipples pulsing with arousal – pleasure coalescing around her hardened pink buds.
Luke Reynolds was as amazing as she had always envisioned. Water rippled down his hard sculpted chest; she had to contain herself not to squee like some overexcited schoolgirl when she noted his Adonis belt, that little V shape. She glimpsed his silver necklace, but God, the man’s cock was unreal. Jasmine bit down on her lip so hard that for a moment she feared she might draw blood – never in her life had she seen such a thing of beauty. Long and hard and with a perfect girth, it was true that only a handful of men had ever come into her life in that way, but Luke was by far the biggest . . .
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