Mister Know It All by Amélie S. Duncan

FORD

Sexy little minx

“Morning, Mr. Lingren,” Jasmine called from behind me.

I kept my focus steady on the row of suit jackets in front of me in the closet, though I’d already chosen a black blazer to go over my white V-neck shirt for the plane ride. If I timed it right, I had just enough to go deal with that piece of shit Randall. He won’t mess with Jasmine again after I’m done with him.

“You come to see me off?” I asked. The words came out more clipped than I meant.

“Don’t grump, Ford. We both work, and just like you, I don’t shirk my responsibilities.”

Jasmine hadn’t agreed to come with me, and I couldn’t stop my frustration. Although the reasons she stayed home were some of the same reasons I admired her. But, in truth, she came to me vulnerable, and now I was.

Jasmine knew how to take my orders in bed like no other woman I’d met before. She’d been willing to indulge me and try new things. Her beauty and sensitivity were a heady mix that had me captivated, and I didn’t know what to do about it.

“You didn’t wake me up,” Jasmine said, cutting into my thoughts.

I cleared my throat. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

I hadn’t wanted to get out of my bed with Jasmine there. Her warmth. Her soft skin. Her breathing. Everything about her by my side had brought . . . peace. Wanted. I’d felt lonely after Cecile left—after all, we’d been together for two years—but I’d convinced myself it was temporary. Jasmine came over twice and filled up my home with her radiance. She didn’t change the place, but it felt more like a home with her in it.

“Well, turn around and look at me, sex god. I’m getting cold,” she said in a mischievous tone.

I sighed and turned my head. Fuck.

Jasmine stood in the door arch with my blue tie draped around her neck and nothing else. She’s a sexy little minx.

My gaze rolled down her curvy, gorgeous body, lingering over her lush tits, watching her nipples turn hard under my stare. They looked so sexy clamped, even more as they hardened in my mouth as I sucked on them. Her responses—moaning, writhing, begging me—made me want to fuck her all over again.

I adjusted my erection, unable to stop myself. Jasmine tempted me like no other.

She grinned at me, then stretched, raising arms over her head. And she’s intoxicated on her power.

“Come here,” I growled, my command sharp and impatient. I couldn’t wait another minute to feel Jasmine’s soft skin and taste her sweet lips again.

My blood heated as Jasmine strut over, swaying her sexy hips and hypnotizing me.

She stopped in front of me and shyly glanced up. Her pupils were dilated with desire as her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, waiting. Jasmine was so eager to please me, and it made my cock hard.

Reaching down, I picked up the tie’s ends and wrapped them around my hands. When I tugged on the tie, Jasmine stepped closer for me to kiss her, and I did. Her touch was searing hot, and she melted against the front of my body, kissing me back. Her lips were like velvet. Her arms went around my waist, hugging me, pulling me even closer.

I dragged my lips down her neck and up to her ear, and whispered, “I want to bind your hands and put you on your knees so I can fuck your sweet mouth and cunt. And you will let me, won’t you, Jasmine?”

My hand went down to her ass and squeezed. She had a firm, apple-shaped ass I’d like to see covered with my seed.

Jasmine squirmed against me, rubbing her hard nipples against my chest.

“Yes,” she said, breathless.

I kissed her forehead, then removed the tie from her neck and looped it around her wrists, fastening them together tight enough to make her feel it. Then I tested. “How does that feel?”

She wiggled her hands. “Not too bad.”

“Good.”

I meant to put her back on her knees, but I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I squeezed her breasts and slid my hand down her stomach to her pussy. She lifted her hips and squeezed around my fingers to keep them inside her.

“Not yet, petal,” I said and removed my hand.

“Ford,” she drawled in protest, and I kissed her neck. Soon.

Pressing on her shoulders, she kneeled on the carpet in front of me. I stepped back and admired her dark hair tousled around her shoulders. The stiff peaks of her full breasts jutted out and swollen, just begging me to fuck them. Her legs parted enough for me to enjoy her bare, sweet cunt.

Fuck, she’s driving me crazy.

I yanked open my trousers, freed my cock, and stroked from the base to the tip, then rubbed the weeping head along her soft lips. “Show me how good you can suck me.”

I clasped her long, luscious hair between my fingers and caressed it for an instant before rolling my hand around the long strands, tugging hard enough to make her gasp and pull her closer. Rocking my hips, I began to slowly feed my cock in and out of her mouth.

Jasmine’s skin flushed so gorgeously. She hollowed her cheeks as she pressed her full lips tightly around my girth, rolling her hot tongue all around it. Her pupils dilated, her chest rose and fell as she stared up at me as my erection throbbed inside her mouth.

I stilled and petted her head until her breathing eased, and her head rested in my hands, relaxing under my control. She tugged at her restraint, her hands opened and closed behind her back.

“You like me fucking your mouth.” I know I like it too damn much. Jasmine was so focused and keen on pleasing me.

She moaned around my shaft, swallowing, sucking me harder, willing to take more as I thrust inside her mouth. I held her head, keeping my eyes on her as I pushed my cock in deeper, brushing the back of her throat.

My blood caught fire, and my head fell back and shuddered as her lips brushed my base. Fuck. I could feel my cock pulse in her throat, my cock throbbed, and my body started to lock.

“Damn, Jasmine. This is so fucking good,” I hissed, knowing that if I stayed inside her mouth, inside her tight throat for another instant, I’d completely lose control. I had to move.

Her eyes were watery, her lips swollen and damp. She wiggled with her evident arousal. She was wet and eager, practically begging me to claim her all over again.

Damn, I wish I had my camera.

I clutched her bound hands and lifted her to her feet, making her gasp oh so sweetly. Squeezing her hips, I pressed my dick against her firm ass. Her scent was sweet and intoxicating, her skin as soft as silk. The sexy curves of her body made me feel light-headed.

“You need me to fuck you, don’t you?”

She moaned and arched her back, pushing herself against my hard cock.

“I’m going to fuck you hard.” I quickly moved us to the end of the bed. “Get on.”

“On all fours?” she teased at the bottom of my bed. Climbing on the mattress, she wiggled her ass to entice me even further. That wasn’t necessary, though. I was already burning up all over and needed her so badly it hurt.

I bent her at the waist and tightened my grip on her hips. With a single thrust, I buried myself inside her tightness until every single inch of my shaft was squeezed by her perfect cunt. I felt myself balls deep. I saw her close her eyes and understood she was submitting to my will entirely.

An intense pleasure flooded my body as I thrust in and out of Jasmine’s tight pussy. My mind was clouded by the kind of arousal that pushed away any coherent thought.

I felt her grip hard around me, massaging me. I fucked her harder, slapping against her ass over and over again.

“That’s right. Come with me. Don’t hold back, Jasmine.”

Her body was already shaking, quivering all over. Her tits swayed back and forth with every thrust.

Jasmine’s skin deliciously flushed, her toes bent, her back arched. She screamed, and then her cunt began to squeeze my cock, driving me to a blinding orgasm as she let herself go.

“Ford!” Jasmine screamed again.

How sweet my name sounded as it slipped from her lips. I shuddered as I came, keeping her close to me, leaning forward so that my chest touched her back, our bodies moving as one.

I eased us down onto the bed, tenderly removing the tie from around her wrists. I caressed her skin gently, relieved the fabric had left no imprint, although I was confident the memory of its touch would linger against her skin all day long, reminding her of our passion.

“Hold me, please, Ford. I know you have to go, and I wish I could—”

“You don’t need to explain.” I pulled Jasmine onto my chest, caressing her long hair. Oh, the things I want to do to you, give you. If only I could have you.

Shit, there I go again.Already eager to change my life to fill it with Jasmine. While she mused on living alone, I never considered it. In fact, I hated it. Once I opened up myself, I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted to fall in love and get lost in the passion. But that was my problem, just as my friends warned me. I got so caught up so fast that I was hurt when it didn’t work out. I needed to slow down, but I knew now my heart was ready to move on.