Chapter 25

Jasmine looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, her voice a smoky whisper. “You tell me.”

He took in the sight of her, his eyes roving over her body like a starving man presented with a feast. Jasmine’s skin seemed to glow in the candlelight, the lingerie leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the way it barely contained her, was driving him wild.

He stepped into the room, his eyes never leaving hers. Jasmine watched him, her chest heaving with anticipation. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the raw, primal need that mirrored her own.

“Look at me,” Jasmine demanded, her voice low and sultry. “Tell me what you see.”

Dante’s eyes roved over her again, taking in every detail. The way the lingerie barely covered her, the way her body was laid out for him like an offering. He could see the outline of her pussy, the way the fabric was soaked with her excitement.

“I see… I see a goddess,” Dante said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

The tension in the room was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to crackle with energy. Jasmine’s hand moved to her chest, her fingers toying with the edge of the lace, her eyes never leaving her son’s. She could feel the heat from his gaze, the desire that was threatening to consume them both.

“Come closer,” Jasmine purred, beckoning him with a crooked finger. “I want you to see everything.”

Dante took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. Jasmine sat up slightly, the movement causing the bra to slip down further, her breasts spilling out. The sight of his mother’s naked body was almost too much for him to handle, the desire flooding through him like a tidal wave.

He moved to the edge of the bed, his heart racing, his cock straining against his pants. Jasmine leaned back, the lace of the thong now completely transparent, her pussy glistening with desire.

With trembling hands, Dante reached out to touch her, his fingers tracing the edge of the wet fabric. Jasmine’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips.

The moment was charged, a dance of lust and taboo that neither of them could resist. Jasmine’s hand moved to the side of her thong, her thumb sliding under the fabric to graze her clit.

“Do you like what you see?” Jasmine’s voice was a seductive purr, a siren’s call that Dante found impossible to resist.

“Yes,” Dante managed to croak out, his eyes never leaving her exposed pussy.

Jasmine smirked, a coy challenge in her expression. “What are you going to do about it?”

Dante’s response was swift and decisive. He practically ripped his clothes off, his desire for her overpowering any semblance of self-control. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, pointing straight at Jasmine like an arrow aimed at its target. Jasmine’s eyes widened at the sight of him, a fresh wave of excitement washing over her.

He climbed onto the bed, his movements almost animalistic. Jasmine’s legs spread open of their own accord, her thong the only barrier between his hungry gaze and her swollen pussy. He grabbed her ankles, pulling her closer to him, her body moving with a fluid grace that spoke of her desire for him. Jasmine’s hips rolled, the fabric of the thong sliding aside to reveal her wet, glistening slit.

“Take me,” Jasmine whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

Dante didn’t need any more encouragement. He was on her in an instant, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was as possessive as it was passionate. Jasmine’s legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer, his cock pressing against her.

His hands slid under her, lifting her up to meet him, her panties ripped away in his haste. Jasmine’s pussy was bare and exposed, and Dante groaned into her mouth as he felt the heat of her against the tip of his cock. Jasmine’s nails scored his back, her body arching in anticipation.