Reborn Heiress: Married To My Ex-Husband's Rival -
Chapter 83 You Ride So Good
Chapter 83: Chapter 83 You Ride So Good
After dinner at the Eiffel Tower, the days passed quickly.
Paris felt soft around the edges. The air was cool, and the skies often gray, but there was a kind of warmth between them that made it all feel brighter. Jasmine continued to explore the city of love with Kingsley who had been trying his best not to wander off any moment.
He was still stalling his visit to Gabriel’s condo. One way or another, he would have to face it but for now, he’ll give all of his time to Jasmine.
They visited the Louvre Museum.
Jasmine stood in front of a giant painting, squinting her eyes.
"Is that supposed to be art?" she asked, her eyes taking in the famous Mona Lisa artwork.
Kingsley didn’t look away from the piece. "It’s a masterpiece."
"It looks like spaghetti." Jasmine drawled out.
He turned his head slowly. "You’re not supposed to say that out loud here." His eyes flashed in amusement, an underlying laugh beneath his voice.
She grinned. "Too late."
She kept walking. He followed, hands in his coat pockets, a small smile just barely showing.
They wandered through the gardens behind the museum. Jasmine kicked leaves as they walked.
"Do people actually get used to this?" she asked. "Like, just walking past statues and fountains like it’s normal?"
"Parisians pretend not to notice," Kingsley said from behind her. His eyes were on her figure.
"That’s tragic." She muttered under her breath.
They took a boat ride down the Seine. Jasmine leaned on the railing, pointing at bridges, towers, and people.
"Do you know where we’re going?" she asked as the boat pulled away from the dock.
"Yes."
"You said that ten minutes ago."
He shrugged. "I meant it ten minutes ago too."
Jasmine laughed. "We’re definitely lost."
They stopped at small cafés. They Sat on the available chairs outside. Ate croissants and sipping espresso. Powdered sugar ended up on Jasmine’s dress, on the table, even on Kingsley’s sleeve.
"You’re a disaster," he shook his head, handing her a napkin.
"Thanks, rich man. That means a lot." Jasmine sarcastically said while taking the napkin from him.
He didn’t reply. Just watched her brush crumbs off her lap like it was a full-time job.
Bringing Jasmine to Paris proved to be a good decision. In here,he was able to see Jasmine’s cutesy-relaxed and fun side. None he hadn’t seen before but this side was particularly different. There was no sinister Jasmine. The Jasmine who was scheming and always looking for a way or another to rip Jack’s head was absent. This Jasmine sitting opposite him was a sweet soul. A pure soul that he feared his tainted soul would corrupt. She was too pure.
"You’re so cute." Kingsley muttered to her hearing before sipping from his espresso, his eyes lingered on the road. His eyes shone in delight. He spotted Jasmine blushing from his side eyes. He didn’t comment on that,allowing her enjoy the moment with ease.
They didn’t always talk. Sometimes they just sat and watched the city move around them. The quiet was easy and Natural.
And the energy wasn’t forced. Like it was supposed to be. Genuine and raw.
At night, after they arrived at their hotel,Jasmine spoke more. Always just before she drifted off.
Jasmine recounted the events of the day and talked about her favorite part of it. Kingsley just listened with rapt attention.
"This place makes everything feel slower," she whispered that night, curled under the covers.
Kingsley sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his watch. "It does." He was also getting ready to sleep but somehow, something else just happened to slip into his head.
"I like slow." Jasmine yawned. Her body was beginning to give in to the exhaustion.
He looked at her,his eyes sank a little. "You never do slow." He reminded her.
"I do now." She countered.
A grin formed on Kingsley’s lips as he crawled into the bed. His eyes glinted in mischief. "Is that so??" An arc formed at the side of his lips. "But you always love it rough and fast."
Jasmine’s cheek warmed but she tried to make her words come out even and not make her thoughts wander. "Are—you sure we’re talking about the same thing?"
Kingsley’s fingers tucked at the strip of her loose pajama shirt, his hands caressed her bare skin underneath. Jasmine shuddered under his touch as he leaned down close to her. Their breathing mingled.
’Sleep’ seemed to have been shoved outside the window and was hit by a truck. All traces of drowsiness left Jasmine, the exhaustion faded as she craved for the need of being pleasured. Kingsley did the honor of igniting a burning want and lust in her.
He planted a kiss on her cheek, her slender neck, collarbone and back to her cheek. He captured her lips in a wet kiss while his hand went to her boobs. He snaked his hand into her bra and cupped her breast. "You want me to touch you here?" He whispered against her mouth. His hands massaged her peaches. His finger flicked her nipples. It felt so nice.
Jasmine, who had been successfully seduced, nodded before taking Kingsley’s lips in hers. Her hands wrapped around his neck as he lay on top of her, his right-hand elbow supporting his weight so he didn’t crash on the lady under him.
Kingsley slipped his hands to her back and unhooked her bra before sliding it off her. Her shirt followed next. He took off his shirt in a fiery manner before smashing his lips on her upper body, his tongue skillfully licking its way from her left nipple to the right. He left trails of hickeys behind, marking her.
Jasmine’s fingers dug into his hair as his hot-wet tongue sent a burst of pleasure into her, sending her mind spiraling. He kissed her body, loving it and leaving behind trails of love bites at every interval. Turning Jasmine into a pleasured wreck. Her hair scattered on the bed, her chest rising and falling. Her lips were left agape as she breathed out a gush of air from her mouth.
Kingsley pulled down her pants and undies, throwing them across the room in urgency. His hard groin begged to be freed, to dig itself deep inside her wet pussy. But his little rationality made him patient.
"Oh fuck, Wifey.." he whispered. His thumb grazed her clit. Jasmine moaned. "You’re so fucking wet and dripping.." he slipped his middle finger into her sending Jasmine into a world of ecstasy.
"Ohh..." Jasmine let out a shaky breath and it became haggard as Kingsley worked with his fingers and tongue. All in her throbbing pussy.
The pleasure began to build up, making her eyes roll back, she pushed her head off the bed, and her back arched as tears slipped from the corner of her right eye. She cummed all over Kingsley’s mouth.
Jasmine tried to catch her breath as she crashed back on the bed. Sweat glinted in her skin under the dark room with the moon as the only source of lighting.
Kingsley slowly slides down his pants too, revealing a hard-veiny and big cock. Jasmine licked her lips, so ready to take all of it into her.
Kingsley positioned himself between her thighs, he rubbed her pussy again, prepping it for his dick. "Feeling good?"
"Much better," Jasmine whispered. Her eyes roamed on his cock. She wondered how it would feel to be in control. "I want to be on top." She blurted out.
Kingsley paused. Then a smile enveloped his face. He didn’t say a word. He laid back on the bed and nudged Jasmine. "Okay, Wifey. I’m all set. Ride me to cloud nine."
Jasmine bit her lower lip in a habit. She stood up and crouched on top of him. Her hand molded his dick before directing it into her hole.
"Yeah..." Kingsley moaned as Jasmine took all of him, his dick slid deep into her, hitting her G-spot. "Now, move your hips." He requested.
Jasmine placed her hands on both sides of his shoulder to support her weight before moving up and down, her clit stroking his dick.
Kingsley sucked in a deep breath before holding her hips, supporting her as he pushed her hips up and down in a fast motion. Jasmine twisted on his cock, moving sides before twerking on it a little, leaving Kingsley short of words.
"You ride so well, Wifey." Kingsley cooed, his eyes shut as he continued to assist Jasmine ride on his dick. "Fuck." He sighed.
Jasmine increased her pace until they both met their orgasm at the same time, leaving them breathless. Jasmine collapsed on his chest, trying to catch her breath.
Kingsley kissed the top of her head. "That was mind-blowing, Wife."
"I guess.." Jasmine slurred. Her eyes started to grow heavy.
"You did great." Kingsley hugged her close while Jasmine drifted off to sleep. Her soft breath caresses his skin. And for the first time that day,Kingsley remembered his problems. Gabriel Marshmallow. He made a mental note to see him the following day before leaving for LA.
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