CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
My body felt like I had done yoga, gone for a five-mile hike, and then sat in the hot tub with a glass of chardonnay or two. Next to Jasper’s TLC afterglow, it was as if I had been frozen under ice for years.
Flames flicked through my body, concentrating at the wet furnace between my legs as he applied his technique. I could feel the pleasurable, stinging remnant of his slaps while his mouth did things to my p***y I had only read and written about but never actually experienced in bed.
There was an invisible rope pulling my belly button up to the ceiling in an attempt to bury Jasper’s mouth between my legs. I didn’t recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth. Moaning. Panting. And when a powerful explosion ripped through my body, I uttered a cry that surprised the hel
