Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
I slowly push one finger inside her, watching the pleasure overtake her expression. Goddamn, she’s beautiful like this. Completely captivating.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re tight, baby.”
“Jordan,” she whimpers.
I thrust my finger deeper, sinking it all the way to the knuckle. Her inner muscles flutter around me, squeezing for dear life. How the fuck am I supposed to fit my cock in this pretty little hole when she’s this damn tight?
I toy with her, pressing and twisting, fucking her with that single finger. Driving us both wild. My dick is so hard it hurts. But I’m an asshole who is never satisfied, not when it comes to her.
I want more, so I take more. I slowly work a second finger inside her, stretching her open. And then add a third.
She’s dripping around me. Wrecked.
“Look at you,” I croon as she rocks against my hand, her eyes so dilated with pleasure they’re practically black. “Fucking my fingers like a good little girl. Does it feel good, Sutton? Is this how you wanted to be punished?”
“Jordan…please,” she groans.
“Please what? Tell me.”
“Make me come!” she cries, her voice ringing out around us.
“No.”
She meets my gaze, her expression wild, furious. “P-Please.”
“This is your punishment, remember?” I smirk, twisting my hand to grind my thumb against her clit again. “I get to decide how long it lasts. I get to decide how long to torture you. This body is mine to play with now, princess.”
“It…it’s always been yours!” she cries.
Fuck. Is she saying…?
I can’t even finish the thought before I lose it. I bury my free hand in her hair, pulling her into a desperate kiss. The sounds of her pleasure ring around us, the wet suck of her cunt around my fingers, her whimpers and moans…
I grind my thumb against her clit again and again. This isn’t punishment. This is salvation. It’s the closest to heaven I’ve ever been. And it’s so fucking good.
I pillage her mouth, thrusting my fingers into her again and again, desperate to get her there, to claim her pleasure as mine. To own one little piece of her perfection. It was supposed to be mine from the moment we met. And maybe that’s wrong. Maybe I’m going to hell for it but fuck it. That doesn’t matter now. I’m not sure it ever really did.
Her pussy clamps around my fingers as she shatters, moaning my name against my lips. And that sound—that perfect sound I’ve tried to imagine countless times over the years—is my undoing.
Cum shoots up my shaft, my cock jerking in my pants as I come all over myself with my fingers in her body and her cries whispering in my ear.
When it’s over, I press a soft kiss to the side of her throat, my breath ragged, and then slowly slip my hand from her pants. She whimpers when I bring them to my lips, licking her taste from them.
“Get in the truck, Sutton.”
Her tongue skates across her bottom lip in a nervous move. “W-why?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to pop that perfect cherry right here against the side of my truck. It’s mine, princess. I want it.”
“Jordan,” she whispers, heat flaring in her eyes.
“Get in the truck.”
She stares at me for a long moment and then slowly, intentionally reaches for the door handle.
I want to roar in triumph. This pretty little princess is mine.
Chapter Five
Sutton
My heart pounds like a battle cry as I follow Jordan through the garage into his kitchen, my fingers linked with his. The whole way here, neither of us said anything. I was afraid he might change his mind if I spoke up, so I just…didn’t.
But when he reached for my hand, brushing his lips with mine, that fear faded to nothing. He doesn’t regret what happened back there. And he doesn’t regret bringing me here, either.
We should probably talk about this, but I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. He isn’t telling me no right now, and that’s enough for me. For now.
We’re barely over the threshold before he’s dragging me into his arms, his breath ragged, as if he’s struggling to hold himself in check. I tip my head back, just as desperate as he is. Just as eager.
“You taste like fucking sugar,” he groans, licking into my mouth as if he’s trying to steal my taste for himself. He squeezes my ass in his big hands, growling softly. “Jesus, princess. This ass has gotten even more perfect.”
“You mean it’s grown,” I gasp as he attacks my throat with hungry kisses. He nips and bites, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. Who knew that could feel so good? Or, perhaps, it’s simply that it’s him that intensifies the pleasure. It’s Jordan’s hands on my ass. It’s his teeth in my skin.
“Yeah.” He bites the side of my throat again, slipping his hands beneath my shirt. I groan at the electric feel of his palms against my bare skin. “It’s grown more goddamn perfect.”