Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: 8-Like A Cock Against A Creamy Pussy

Jaguar:

"You really don’t have to do all this. I can go to a hospital myself," she spoke softly while sitting in front of me.

"And if I had let you do that, you would’ve gone straight back to work instead," I replied dryly.

The area she lived in was filthy.

The moment we arrived, people started staring from windows and balconies.

Some even looked ready to throw comments around until they noticed me.

Then the entire street went silent.

A few people covered their mouths in shock while trying to understand who I was and why a car like mine was parked there.

Carrying her upstairs only made the attention worse.

Her apartment was small but surprisingly clean.

Just one bedroom and a kitchen.

I sat her down carefully on the couch of the small living room.

She slowly moved her platinum blonde hair to one side before looking down at herself.

Then she pressed her entire hand against the side of her breast, showing me where it hurt.

"This area..." she murmured hesitantly.

And just like that, every coherent thought inside my head stopped working.

She had no idea what she was doing to me.

A slow heat started building inside my body before turning into a tingling sensation in my pants.

I shifted slightly where I sat, trying to control myself while my eyes remained glued to the curve of her chest.

Her breasts were huge.

Even hidden beneath her shirt, the side of them looked so full and soft that my throat went dry just staring at them.

The curve pressed against the fabric in a way that completely ruined my ability to think straight.

I swallowed hard again.

Shit.

This woman was going to drive me insane.

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt with shaky hands.

One hand stayed pressed protectively against her body while she pushed the fabric aside just enough to show me where she was hurt.

And fuck.

I swallowed so hard it almost hurt.

Outside, it was freezing.

Inside, my entire body felt feverish.

The red strap of her bra came into view first, followed by the soft curve barely spilling from the edge of the fabric.

My brain stopped working after that.

Her skin looked impossibly soft.

Pale enough to make the red stand out even more painfully against it.

A filthy thought hit me so fast it made my jaw tighten.

I found myself wondering how her soft swollen skin would feel against my mouth, and the realization alone nearly burned through what little self-control I still had left.

I kept my expression professional down to the last detail, but the sweat building near my temples made me nervous that my real thoughts were starting to show.

"I can’t see any bruising from over the fabric," I said quietly before tilting my head and shifting a little closer toward her.

The second I leaned in, her scent wrapped around me completely.

Jasmine.

So addictive.

I had no idea how someone’s skin could smell that good, but before I realized what I was doing, I had already taken a deeper breath just to inhale more of her.

When I looked up again, she was already staring at me.

Those innocent eyes nearly destroyed whatever control I still had left.

It was almost like she understood what I was asking without me saying it directly.

Slowly, she nodded.

Then she turned her face away and slid her hand toward her strap before carefully pulling it down her shoulder.

Oh Fuck.

At that point, I was genuinely afraid she would hear the sound of me swallowing.

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