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“Oh, really? Something tells me that I already have that privilege if I want it,” I reply with wandering eyes. His sweatpants leave nothing to my imagination, and I want to reach out and rub him. I hold back.
“If you become my girlfriend, I’ll send you a message for every break I take. I’ll pick you up from work during the lunch break, and we’ll have lunch for exactly fifty minutes. We need ten for the ride. After work, I’ll spend a little time with my family. The little ones grow quickly these days, and I don’t want to miss a thing. At nine, I’ll come here, and I’ll stay for the night. Does that sound like a plan?” Jordan says.
I nod shyly. It’s scary when he makes promises. Jordan isn’t one to break them. Days ago, he was telling me to dream of something I’ll never have. It seems like my dream has come true.
“Climb on my lap, needy little doe. You’ve stared at my cock long enough tonight. It’s time to ride it.” I hang on to his every word, licking my lips. I take my rightful place on his lap, and I rub myself against him over the fabric of our clothes. “Do you want me to play with your needy pussy before I let you fuck me?”
Swallowing down my pride, I nod again. He lifts a finger between my lips, and I suck on his finger like a woman possessed. Once his finger is wet enough, he removes it, and I have five seconds to remove my comfy pants.
I leave my panties on.
Sitting back on him, I dip my hand below the waistband of his sweatpants. He’s not wearing anything underneath. I’m aching to take him inside already, throbbing between my thighs.
“Slide your panties aside and fuck your lips with my tip. Get me ready to fuck your tight little hole.” His fierce tone gets to me, setting me ablaze. It’s intense, and I want nothing but to fuck him already. Yet, I guide his tip through my wet folds, agonizing over how thick he feels in my hand. He’s heavy and swollen, nearly uncontainable with one hand.
I ride his length with my wet folds, writhing on top of him.
My eyes find him, and Jordan draws me closer. Before I can stop it, his mouth covers mine. I bite his lip, and he groans for me. We taste like mascarpone and biscuit, and I can’t get enough. Wrestling with my insatiable hunger to finally fuck him, I’m tired of being a good needy doe.
I want to be bad.
It’s pure bliss when I push Jordan inside of me. He stretches me deliciously, and the tears escape me once again. He picks them up with his fingers, drinking them away. He holds a piece of me that way, more so than when he fucks me.
“Give me your tears. They quench my thirst, little doe. They’re all I need to get by.” His cock doesn’t produce harsh pain inside of my walls. I’m soaked for him. I suffer an initial shock when he’s inside like it’s the first time all over again.
I produce more tears for him, and he drinks them for me.
Jordan’s solid, and I’m soft, teased in all the right places. His hand reaches beneath my shirt, and he kneads my breasts, playing with my nipples. I hold on to him while I ride him, but I rub my clit, chasing delight.
I’m taken aback by my abrupt orgasm, and Jordan takes over, gripping my hips tightly. He leaves me in a state of elation on top of him while he thrusts inside of me, unwavering. I love his face when he’s about to come. It’s carnal. It’s an image I can’t shake because you never see this man let go.
He’s always tense, always busy. It’s the highest reward to be present when he’s in a different space. I wish I could keep him here. He could come inside of me as often as he liked. He fills me up, driving inside of me until there’s nothing left for him to reach.
“I lied. I prefer your tight pussy over your tears,” he says. We’re out of breath, panting on top of each other. He embraces me, and I settle into his arms. “Good little doe.”
“Mr. Winters, can you take me out tonight? These four walls can’t contain my cravings. I’m going to explode,” I confess.
“When you say it like that, I could take you to the moon, my needy little doe. All you have to do is ask.”
We sit there for an hour, being too lazy to get the night going.
Good thing Katantia never sleeps.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
JORDAN
Around my colleagues and employees,I forget to listen to my body.
I’m not aware of fatigue when I work. I’ve programmed myself to ignore such trivialities. I know how far I can stretch myself and where my limits are.
Standing in a sex candy shop at midnight, I’m rearranging my priorities. My limbs are heavy, and my thoughts are spinning. Ivy’s a thrill that tests my endurance. She’s talking to one of the girls at the counter, discussing holes and infections.
Ivy’s being a doctor right now. She’s not my needy little doe, but I still watch her with predatory need.
“Are you sure this works?”
“Yes, of course. It’s a Katantian patent. You won’t have an infection, and you can eat the candy, too. Or make him eat it.” The girl points at me with a blush on her face. Ivy’s eyes land on me, and I see a fit of plundering jealousy in her eyes.
