Jasmine Plays Her Hand (Fantasy Guild No. 1) Read Online Free Page B

game. The very temperature in the
room seemed to have climbed.
    Michael’s hard bulge pressed against her ass.
He thumbed her nipple and inhaled sharply.
    “You have beautiful tits,” he said, pinching
a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling outward, distending
her breast.
    Jasmine gasped. “Thank you.”
    Michael picked up his glass, the sides wet
with condensation from the melting ice. He rubbed the cold tumbler
over her breasts, stiffening her nipples even more than they
already were. Jasmine leaned into him and shivered, enjoyed the
goosebumps the chilly liquid raised over her flesh.
    Michael leaned down and sucked a nipple into
his mouth, capturing it in his warmth. She moaned and dug her
fingers into his shoulders. Using both hands now, he squeezed her
big breasts together, alternately sucking on one nipple then
another.
    She wasn’t thinking about the game anymore,
who might win, who might not. She only thought about how it felt
having this man sucking her breasts in front of all these other
men, the newness of it, the ferocity, the incredible turn on it was
to have an audience for Michael man-handling her.
    What else might they do? Everything, she
hoped. Everything.
    She threw her head back, closed her eyes and
sighed. She flinched when his teeth nibbled at her sensitive flesh.
Mmm, yes.
    Then he stopped of a sudden. Why? She opened
her eyes and looked around. Everyone was looking, of course. Sean
was eyeing her particularly hard. He waved her over.
    Oh, she realized with a start. The next poker
hand was already finished. And Sean had won. Well then.
    She promptly stood up and took the few steps
over to Sean’s chair. She stopped beside him and waited to see what
he would do. She noted the rapid shuffling of the cards in the
background and Michael’s continued harsh breathing, left wanting,
hot and bothered from her abrupt departure.
    “Spread your legs,” Sean said.
    She blinked at his abruptness, and admitted
to herself that she liked the way he commanded her. She spread her
legs.
    He smiled, something of a leer. “Hands behind
your back. Stick out those tits.”
    She obeyed, felt a twist down low between her
legs. Wet. She had to be wet. Truth was, she’d been damp all day,
saturated with anticipation and expectation. And now, she was wet
from the reality of it, with how superior it was to simple
fancy.
    Without so much as a by-your-leave, Sean’s
hand shot out and headed straight under her skirt, between her
legs. His fingers dove between her folds, slipping in the moisture
they found there. He made a sound low in his throat and Jasmine
sucked air. He toyed around the opening to her pussy, pressing
against her there, but not entering.
    Then he made a fluttery motion, a sort of
flurry of touches, rapid almosts but not-quites. All the while, he
watched her face, and then the sharp rise and fall of her chest,
the gentle motion of her breasts.
    He slipped and slid through the folds of her
pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips forward.
    “How bad do you want it?” he asked.
    “Bad,” she had no qualms answering. It wasn’t
embarrassing, wanting this from him, telling him so. Her body would
admit the truth even if she didn’t.
    He drove two fingers inside her pussy, hard
and fast. She made an “unhh” grunt at the fierceness of his
invasion. He pulled his fingers all the way out, then drove inside
her again. Unhh.
    Again.
    Unhh.
    Then he pulled her toward him and turned her
around, forcing her to bend over at the waist, to grab her knees
for stability as he flipped up her skirt and took in the sight of
her bare ass and pussy, exposed and open in front of him.
    He wasted no time forcing his fingers back
inside her wet pussy. She groaned and arched her back. God, it was
good. Michael was staring at her bare ass, as was Kyle. Apparently,
only Geoff and Sir were involved in the current hand.
    Sean finger-fucked her with power and speed
while his other hand rubbed her ass cheeks. “That’s