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Jordan laughs. “I love when you get loud. It’s hot.” He looks around. “Although if you want to be able to look your neighbors in the eye, you’ll need a gag. True. I flush as his fingers trace along my collarbone.
“Ready for more?” he asks.
I nod.
He flips me onto my belly then drops open-mouthed kisses down my spine until he reaches my bottom. His tongue dips into the twin dimples below my spine then goes lower. He takes a bite out of my bottom and then licks over it. He repeats that over and over on each side and I start to lift up my hips to offer him more. He pulls me backward onto my knees. I’m trembling with want again. My head is on the pillow and my upper body is supported on my forearms. He reaches around me to cup my heavy breasts and pinch my nipples rhythmically. I can feel his erection straining through his pants.
“Come on Jordan.” I squirm impatiently.
He pulls down his pants and briefs and his cock springs up against my core, hot and hard. He notches the wide, mushroom head between my wet labia then starts to stroke my engorged clit.
“I’m clean Bree. In case you wondered.”
I didn’t.
Slut, my inner voice accuses but I’m past caring.
“I know we didn’t talk about that the last time,” Jordan continues.
“Okay, cool.” I breathe. Just fuck me already.
“And you?”
“Oh yeah, I haven't been with anyone else in...a long time.” He seems to digest that as he slowly presses in.
“Ahh!” My pussy clamps down hard as I push myself back on his stiff cock.
“Fuck Bree!” Jordan thrusts the rest of the way until he’s fully seated. He continues to strum my clit while holding down the top of my back so I can't arch into the thrust. I’ve never felt him so deep and I love it so much, I put my face in the pillow and moan lustily.
My forearms are so shaky they can't take my weight anymore so I stretch my arms out under the pillow and face plant into it, groaning. This position opens me up more and he sinks impossibly deeper.
“Baby, you’re magnificent.” He takes a handful of my ass and kneads. I’m already so close to coming that when he starts to move in longer, slower thrusts, I feel everything. Why does it always have to be this mind-bending with him?
I cry out every time he bottoms out and pinches my clit at the same time.
“I can feel you twitching on my cock. God you feel so good. So wet and tight.”
My juices are running down my thighs and I scream into the pillow as his thrusts get harder and faster. The intensity of the pleasure scares me because I know I’m going to come so hard, there’s a chance I might black out.
“Jordan? I need—”
“To come, right now, I know baby.” He puts a lubricated thumb between my ass cheeks and strokes in circles. I’m too far gone to mind. I’ve never had that ring of nerves breached before and I've always failed to see how that would feel good at all, but when he presses down on his thumb and enters me, pleasure explodes in my pelvis, sending tingles racing up and down my spine and triggering my orgasm.
My entire body goes rigid before I start to convulse. A scream lodges in my throat as it appears that my larynx too has gone into spasm. Jordan doesn’t even slow down. My knees buckle and we collapse onto the bed. He keeps fucking me through my long orgasm as I jerk helplessly under him. By the time I find my voice, I’m sobbing.
His weight pinning me to the mattress feels so good. There’s wetness between us and slipping down through my ass cheeks and I realize I was so caught up in my climax I didn’t notice he’d finished on my back.
“That was fucking incredible,” Jordan says, gently wiping the corners of my already heavy lids.
Chapter 13
Sabrina
I doze for a bit. When I wake up I feel Jordan in every single pore. I'm completely surrounded by him. My head is pillowed on his warm chest, the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest like gentle lulling waves, coaxing me to let go of every resentment and just enjoy being with the man.
He strokes his fingers along my naked back, sending delicious tingles down my spine. His intoxicating scent teases my nostrils and my body must recognize his as the one responsible for the inordinate amount of pleasure I just experienced, because the sound of his heartbeat beneath my ear instantly triggers an echo of desire throbbing deep within me.
Guilt and regret start to erode my euphoria and I push them back, determined to savor every last bit of his nearness and touch before reality sets back in. Why should I feel like the worst kind of traitor for wanting something that feels this good and right?
