Page 265 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Oh god. I’m gonna cum again.”

“That's right, cum for me. Make a fucking mess on my bike.”

“Oh, fuck, yes, Jasper!” she shouts my name as another orgasm rips through her. She grips my cock like a vise, body shaking from her release.

It triggers mine, and I’m unable to hold back anymore.

With a savage growl, I pound into her a few more times before bottoming out. My cock swells inside her, cock pulsing free and filling her up with my cum.

My body tingles, feeling like I’m high. And I am. On this woman. She’s mine. All fucking mine.

Moving my hand from between her thighs, I grab her helmet, undoing the strap and pulling it free.

Then I’m lifting her up, my hand still around her throat and crashing my lips to hers.

She moans, melting into my touch, parting her lips so I can thrust my tongue inside.

I kiss her like a starved man, tongues tangling together. She makes me fucking feral.

“I fucking love you,” I growl out, breathing heavily as I pull back from the kiss, my forehead to hers. “I hope you know that.”

She leans back, looking up at me with bright, awe-filled eyes. “I love you too.”

My eyes flick between hers, my chest feeling tight. I’m not good with emotions that aren’t anger and control.

This woman makes me feel like I have no control over anything.

And maybe that's okay. Sometimes.

“Let’s go on our date,” I tell her.

She gives me the sweetest smile, and damn it, there goes my heart again.What is she doing to me?

I pull out, a gush of my cum following. “Guess I am really making a mess of your bike,” she giggles.

“Worth it,” I chuckle, putting her panties back into place.

I help her off so that she can climb back on behind me.

She wraps her arms around me, resting her head against my back, and we’re off.

A half hour later, we pull up to our destination.

“No way.” She laughs as she climbs off. “This is where we’re going?”

I take my helmet off, shake out my hair, and nod.

“You are the best,” she grins. “And Jasper, baby, you really are turning into a softie.” She grins wider, stepping up to me and giggling at the growl that rumbles in my chest. “Don’t worry,” she whispers. “It can be our secret.”

I roll my eyes, but kiss her hard before climbing off after her.

She has no idea how much I’m willing to do to make her happy.

Seeing Nola’s eyes light up as we step into the Audubon Insectarium is worth feeling completely out of place.

Over the next few hours, we slowly make our way around the place, checking out everything it has to offer.

I get the odd look from some parents, some kids hiding behind them. Others gape up at me in awe, pointing out my tattoos.