Dare Me: A Dark Billionaire Romance by Evelyn Troy Read Free Book Online Page B

Harper worshipped her with lips and tongue. “Please, Sir—please!” the words ripped out of Jasmine’s throat as she struggled, reaching down with her bound hands to grab instinctively at Harper’s head. Harper pulled back, looking up at her with his blue eyes dark with lust. He moved her hands away, pinning them against her abdomen.
     
    The next moment Harper buried his mouth against her once more, licking and sucking, bringing the tip of his tongue against her clit to swirl and flicker against the bead of nerves. Jasmine cried out, gasping and panting, as she struggled to maintain control against the rising tide of her orgasm. Jasmine was somehow certain that if she couldn’t come—if Harper didn’t give her permission—that she would die. Pleas flew from her lips with every moment as she fought to keep control, and Harper continued to torment her.
     
    Just when she thought that she couldn’t possibly hold back any longer, that she would climax even without permission, Harper pulled back again. “I think that is enough torture for now, don’t you think?” Harper asked her, licking his lips. Jasmine nodded, unable to speak for a moment.
     
    “Y-yes, Sir. Yes, it is.” Harper chuckled and Jasmine watched as he stripped off the remains of his tuxedo, slowly revealing a strong, muscular body. She trembled—even without being on the edge of orgasm, she would have been almost too attracted to him to bear. Harper’s broad, hard chest was speckled with dark blond hair, his arms lightly furred with it up to the elbow. As he stripped his underwear off, his cock sprung free, fully hard and larger than she had even fantasized. Jasmine drank in the sight of him for a moment, and Harper seemed to enjoy her gaze as her quickly rolled on a condom.
     
    Seconds later, he descended upon her, covering her body with his own. Jasmine shivered as she felt Harper’s cock brush against her slick folds; he rocked his hips against hers, rubbing his length along her labia, the tip barely brushing against her clit. “Beg me to fuck you, Jasmine,” he murmured lowly in her ear. Jasmine trembled, biting her bottom lip; she didn’t want to beg—but the feeling of Harper’s thick, hard cock rubbing against her steadily, with every movement of his hips, made it nearly impossible for her to resist. “Come on, Jasmine,” Harper murmured again, his voice wheedling.
     
    “Please, Sir,” Jasmine cried out, pushing her hips down, struggling to force him to take her. “Please fuck me, Sir. Please, please—please fuck me until I come.” Harper chuckled lowly.
     
    “I’ll fuck you until I feel like allowing you to come,” he told her, shifting his hips against her. He thrust into her slowly, filling her up inch by inch, and Jasmine moaned out loud. She gasped as he began to move inside of her, pushing past the resistance of her body. Harper rocked his hips, rubbing all along her inner walls. Jasmine threw her head back, eyes closing, hands pulling at the silk ropes that tied her wrists together. She pushed her hips down to meet his thrusts, twisting and writhing underneath him, and Jasmine could feel her pleasure building up, becoming more and more intense by the moment. Jasmine bit her bottom lip and clenched her teeth, struggling against the silk ropes binding her wrists together. She wanted—needed—so badly to be able to come, as Harper pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, every other thrust of his hips bringing the tip of his cock up against her g-spot.
     
    Jasmine whimpered and moaned, twisting her hips as she fell into rhythm with Harper’s thrusts, taking him deeper and deeper. “Please, Sir,” Jasmine cried out, her whole body tingling, hot and cold flashes of pleasure crackling through her nerves. “Please let me come—please. Please.” Harper thrust harder and faster into her, rubbing up against her g-spot steadily. “Please! Please! I need to come—I want it so badly! Please.” She whimpered as she