"Suck me first," he whispered, every word deliberate and laced with dominance.
"Do that, and then I'll give you the reward you're begging for."
Jasmine swallowed hard, her frustration melting into something else—hunger.
Her body pulsed with need, and her mind clouded with a single thought: obey him.
Her lips curled into a sinful smile, her voice a breathy purr as she replied, "Gladly."
Without another word, she slipped off the seat, sinking to her knees between his legs with a grace that belied her urgency.
Her hands moved fast, tugging at his belt, fingers fumbling slightly in her eagerness.
She could feel the heat radiating from him, the bulge pressing against the fabric like a wild animal caged too long.
When the belt finally loosened and the zipper slid down, she felt her pulse hammering in her ears. She parted the fabric and freed him, and the sight stole her breath away.
God…
