wasted no time, instead immediately pressing my lips against her, again moaning at another taste of her essence. I delved my tongue between her lips, tasting and teasing her plump folds before I finally circled her the distended bundle of nerves, toying with the hard nub.
Cream flowed freely from her, coating my tongue, and she arched her back, breaking the contact. I lay an arm across her, pinning her to the bed as I continued my ministrations. She cried out, hands locked around my forearm and she writhed under me, as I licked and kissed and nipped at her.
She was on the edge, and I wanted to push her over, so I focused on her clit with my tongue and then buried two fingers deep inside her, thrusting into her wet heat as I licked her puckered flesh.
Gripping my forearm tight, she cried out her release, the sound musical, magical. I wanted to see her face, as she came apart, but didn’t want to break the contact, and I consoled myself with the knowledge that she’d soon come apart again, this time with my cock inside her.
That thought in my mind, I broke away and groped for my pants, quickly sheathing my cock with a condom. I moved atop Jordan and then traced my hands over her body, stroking her full breasts and pert nipples, down her soft stomach, and through the arousal-slickened curls that covered her sex. Anxious to finally be inside her, I nudged her opening, pushing until against her and biting back a groan when her walls spread for me.
Inch by glorious inch, I pressed my hardness into her, the feel of her walls clamping around my cock, her soft flesh under my hands almost pushing me to climax. Not yet, though. I needed to see her face as she came for me.
I stared down at her, her dark eyes glued to mine, sparking with flashes of pleasure, those flashes brightening as I thrust. I moved again, watching the tension play on the corners of her mouth, listening to the throaty little sounds came from her with each stroke.
She squeezed down, her pussy clenching down tight on my shaft. I couldn’t hold my groan back this time, and responded in kind when I saw the little uptick of her jaw. Even under me, Jordan somehow managed to keep me unsteady.
I couldn’t let that pass, so I thrust harder, fast, and felt the warmth of satisfaction when her eyes went even more heavy-lidded and she cried out. As I moved, harder and even faster, I again trailed my fingers down her body, settling my hand over her and rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
She tightened around me yet again, and on an exhale, I came, my heart pounding, every inch of my skin electrified with the sensation. Her hands moving over the muscles of my back, across my shoulders, across my chest only intensified the feeling. I’d held her gaze with my own as I’d moved inside her, and I watched her now, her face still plain, her body too curvy, and knew that I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
And that thought was followed with the sudden and unmistakable awareness that, no matter orders, I’d do anything to protect her.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning I stood next to Titan’s front entrance watching employees enter through the rigorous security screening. Ostensibly, I was here to observe the procedures, point out places for improvement. And I was here physically, but my mind was elsewhere.
I was with her.
Last night seemed almost unreal, but it had happened. The memories were proof enough. I could so clearly recall the feel of her abundant body in my hands as I’d touched her, the sounds she made as I’d moved inside her, something I was anxious to experience again. And any lingering doubt about my desire for Jordan was eradicated by my reaction when she finally made her way through the door.
As she approached, I kept my expression flat, didn’t give any outward indication that I paid special attention to her, but I did. I was acutely aware of her, her walk, her dress, her entire presentation cast in a new light after last
Cream flowed freely from her, coating my tongue, and she arched her back, breaking the contact. I lay an arm across her, pinning her to the bed as I continued my ministrations. She cried out, hands locked around my forearm and she writhed under me, as I licked and kissed and nipped at her.
She was on the edge, and I wanted to push her over, so I focused on her clit with my tongue and then buried two fingers deep inside her, thrusting into her wet heat as I licked her puckered flesh.
Gripping my forearm tight, she cried out her release, the sound musical, magical. I wanted to see her face, as she came apart, but didn’t want to break the contact, and I consoled myself with the knowledge that she’d soon come apart again, this time with my cock inside her.
That thought in my mind, I broke away and groped for my pants, quickly sheathing my cock with a condom. I moved atop Jordan and then traced my hands over her body, stroking her full breasts and pert nipples, down her soft stomach, and through the arousal-slickened curls that covered her sex. Anxious to finally be inside her, I nudged her opening, pushing until against her and biting back a groan when her walls spread for me.
Inch by glorious inch, I pressed my hardness into her, the feel of her walls clamping around my cock, her soft flesh under my hands almost pushing me to climax. Not yet, though. I needed to see her face as she came for me.
I stared down at her, her dark eyes glued to mine, sparking with flashes of pleasure, those flashes brightening as I thrust. I moved again, watching the tension play on the corners of her mouth, listening to the throaty little sounds came from her with each stroke.
She squeezed down, her pussy clenching down tight on my shaft. I couldn’t hold my groan back this time, and responded in kind when I saw the little uptick of her jaw. Even under me, Jordan somehow managed to keep me unsteady.
I couldn’t let that pass, so I thrust harder, fast, and felt the warmth of satisfaction when her eyes went even more heavy-lidded and she cried out. As I moved, harder and even faster, I again trailed my fingers down her body, settling my hand over her and rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
She tightened around me yet again, and on an exhale, I came, my heart pounding, every inch of my skin electrified with the sensation. Her hands moving over the muscles of my back, across my shoulders, across my chest only intensified the feeling. I’d held her gaze with my own as I’d moved inside her, and I watched her now, her face still plain, her body too curvy, and knew that I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
And that thought was followed with the sudden and unmistakable awareness that, no matter orders, I’d do anything to protect her.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning I stood next to Titan’s front entrance watching employees enter through the rigorous security screening. Ostensibly, I was here to observe the procedures, point out places for improvement. And I was here physically, but my mind was elsewhere.
I was with her.
Last night seemed almost unreal, but it had happened. The memories were proof enough. I could so clearly recall the feel of her abundant body in my hands as I’d touched her, the sounds she made as I’d moved inside her, something I was anxious to experience again. And any lingering doubt about my desire for Jordan was eradicated by my reaction when she finally made her way through the door.
As she approached, I kept my expression flat, didn’t give any outward indication that I paid special attention to her, but I did. I was acutely aware of her, her walk, her dress, her entire presentation cast in a new light after last
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