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"Do you like this, baby?" he asked me in a soft voice that was husky with his own need. I could feel him. He was hard and pressed against my hip, seeking what friction he could as his fingers pushed deeper into me, stretching me with each thrust.
I couldn't speak. I was lost in the violent pleasure of his touch as he pushed me higher, seeking more. Instead, I lay spread-eagled, mouth gaping like a fish while fingered me to oblivion. This was what I had wanted. This was what I had needed, and he was never one to disappoint.
I was on the edge, just right there - on the verge of losing my mind when he moved against me. He abruptly pulled his fingers out of me, causing me to moan loudly - too loud - which was dangerous since my father's room was on the other side of my too-thin bedroom walls.
"Quiet," he hissed, climbing settling between my legs, with his kiss-swollen lips a breath away from where I wanted to feel him.
He looked up at me with wide eyes; I could see the taunting and desire burning in them, even in the dim lighting. I bit back a moan in response, as this was my favorite way to see him. I loved Jasper like this with his face between my legs; teasing me before he licked my eager pussy as if it were his last meal. This was my Jasper, not the golden boy quarterback who ruled our tiny high school. This was the Jasper that I loved and longed for on the days he ignored me.
His mouth descended on me, licking me in one long, angry swipe of his tongue, making me arch off the bed in surprise and pleasure. I had no time to breathe when I felt his mouth close over my clit, sucking me hard, before nipping at it in the most devious of ways. He was demanding and almost cruel as he pushed me toward a release that quickly swallowed me whole with pleasure, until my entire body clenched in a tight spasm. I gurgled nonsense while I was I plunged headfirst into a bliss that made my legs shake and my body arch off the bed in response to his mouth against me.
Jasper continued licking me while his fingers moved slowly in and out, easing me down from my high until I pulled his blonde hair hard with my hands, demanding him to stop. It was too much; he was too much and he knew it too.
With one last long lick, he pulled away from me, letting me see his face and licking at my wetness that coated his lips as it dribbled down his chin. It was the dirtiest thing I had ever seen. I hated that when I saw him like this, I was left wondering how many other girls he did this with.
"He doesn't make you come like that," he said in a taunting whisper, as if he knew how things were like with his brother, but he had no idea. He had no idea of the passion that burned under the cold exterior that Edward hid behind, but I was in no place to argue on Edward's behalf while I lay there exposed and on display before him.
"He loves me," I whispered meekly, attempting to defend the boy who knew I couldn't choose between them. I looked at Jasper with what I hoped was a confident look, the boy whom I'd loved since the moment I had seen him at school, while feeling the heavy weight of Edward's love.
"Yeah, but that's not enough, is it?" he asked me in a mocking tone, slipping off the bed. It left me feeling cold, while the sick feeling of being used settled into the pit of my stomach. Without another word, I watched as Jasper slipped his tennis shoes back on before ducking out of my window without a goodbye or look back, leaving me alone once more.
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