Jasmine Haynes by The Boss's Daughter

Author:The Boss's Daughter [Daughter, The Boss's]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 16108039
Publisher: Jasmine Haynes
Published: 2012-10-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Despite the lack of lights in the room, he could see the tableau clearly. She was splayed across the bed, Mr. Joe Average between her legs. Her hair lay in a wild tangle across the pillow. The dress had been tossed to the floor, but she still wore the bra, her breasts bobbing as her partner in crime thrust into her. Her face somehow seemed to have a glow all its own. The woman loved sex, she was made for it, her body screaming out her sexual desire.

Ward heard the call. He wanted to plunge deep inside her, watch the dance of pleasure across her features. He had yet to be that close. In the car Tuesday night, the mirror had distanced the spectacle. When she’d sucked his cock, he could no longer grasp the concept of watching; there’d been only the exquisite touch of her mouth, the lick of her tongue, and the grip of her hot hand around him.

He wanted to be close. Craved it. Yet he watched, the way she wanted him to.

Joe Average was upright, Cassandra’s legs draped over his thighs as he pounded relentlessly, his buttocks clenching, releasing. Her vibrator between her legs, she gave herself the extra kick.

“God, God, God,” Joe panted. “Squeeze me with that pretty cunt, baby.”

The word jolted Ward—it wasn’t one he used with a lady—but Cassandra merely mewled. Then she braced one hand on the headboard and bore down on the guy’s cock. The slap of their flesh, the whine of the vibrator, the pants and groans and dirty words made a sexual symphony.

He wanted it for himself, wanted to feel her heat, needed to know the intimate clench of her body around him. He wanted it so goddamn badly, it was hard to breathe. The room was a fog of sex, perspiration, and the same mango scent he’d smelled in the house that first day.

Her legs began to shudder. She pointed and flexed her toes. Then a cry rose from her throat. Her eyes tightly shut, she rolled up, clenched Joe’s arm with red-tipped fingernails, and gave in to a full-body quake, rocking with him, her moans matching his grunts.

“Oh God, baby, yeah, baby, squeeze me with that fucking cunt. Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

She seemed to come endlessly, even after Joe lost his rhythm and slumped. Finally she flopped back against the pillow, tossed the vibrator aside, and laughed. “Holy mama,” she said on a final gasp. “That was good, but you were supposed to come on me, not inside.”

That did it. Another man had made her come with such ferocity, and she wanted to take his come all over her. Ward was blind with jealousy. And fucking-amazingly hard.

He took two stomping steps fully into the room. Her eyes opened. Joe’s head turned. Cassandra smiled. Joe couldn’t do much more than gape.

Ward pointed a finger at his head. Joe jerked as if it was a gun.

“Don’t you ever fucking call my wife a cunt.”

“I—it—ah—” Joe stammered, then stopped, stared. “Your wife?”

“Mine,” he enunciated harshly.

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