Page 101 of The Price of Forever

“What do you think?” I prompted, nuzzling the hollow of her neck.

She squeezed her thighs around me, locking her ankles behind my back. “I think hell yes.”

My cock glided against the swollen, juicy entrance of her pussy. The brief contact made me jerk. Her lips parted, desire swirling in her gaze.

“I’ll go slow,” I reminded her. I eased myself in, finding her just as tight as yesterday’s session in the VIP room. She sucked in sharply, but I held her gaze, nodding.

“You got this, baby.”

She relaxed slightly, searching my face as I eased myself in, more slowly than I’d ever done in my entire life. My back was tense from the restraint. The urge to plow her dripping core was intense. But I was a man, not a heathen.

Jordan stretched around me, a soft sigh passing her lips as I sank deeper, inch by inch.

“How does that feel?” I could hear the grit of my own restraint in my voice.

She blinked lazily, already in another world. “Like perfection.”

She curled her nails into my chest, arching her back while a low, mewling moan escaped her. I studied her closely as I began moving against her at a glacial pace compared to what my body craved. I didn’t want to scare her or hurt her, much less break her.

“Too much?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I love it.”

“You love my cock, huh?” I slipped my arm along her right thigh, lifting her leg up against the side of my body. I found another inch of space this way, unable to prevent a deep groan. I rocked against her, looking down at the union of our bodies. The way we folded together, tangled limbs becoming one.

“Maybe I do,” she breathed, smoothing her palms against the wide expanse of my chest. “How could I not? It defies science.”

I smirked, pulling out of her all the way and then easing back inside. My cock glided into her more easily now that her pussy was dripping and primed. “Well I haven’t gotten a call from the Guinness Book of World Records yet. I’m sure there are bigger ones out there.”

“I can’t even understand how it fits.” She inhaled sharply as my cock filled her once more. Her eyes fluttered shut, and I dipped down, dragging my teeth against each of her nipples in turn.

“But it fits so well.” I growled against her collarbone. Jordan was heavenly. If I were a different man, I’d dedicate poems to her pussy. I guided her other leg up, urging her to lock her feet behind my back. My vision went spotty from this angle. Borderline too good. I thrust into her again. She reached for me, and I could tell that she wanted me closer. I lay down so that our bodies came together at all possible points. The heat and feel of her plastered against me set every inch of my skin prickling with awareness. If I could have melted into her, I would have.

Each time I sank back into her, I made sure to grind up against her, give that swollen clit plenty of attention. Judging from the way she panted against me, clutching desperately like I might somehow float away, told me it was a good move.

She cried out, but it was unintelligible. I brushed my lips against hers.

“What was that?”

She laughed, and tipped her head back, a guttural moan floating past her lips.

“Noted,” I said.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

“Mm-hmm.” My mouth was on her neck, her jaw, her chin. “Doing that right now.”

“Seven, I’m so close,” she panted.

“Me too, baby.” I slid into her again, grinding up against her until she arched her back and let out the most pornographic moan I’d ever heard from her. That was my cue.

“Ohhh, Jordan. I feel you coming around my cock.” My voice scraped past my lips, the sudden lightning bolt of pleasure shooting from head to toe. My whole body jerked as the orgasm barreled through me, then faded.

I grunted through the final waves, sinking down on top of her to capture her lips in a kiss. She was already grinning like crazy, her eyes half-lidded and drowsy with satisfaction.

“That,” she whispered between kisses, “was fucking epic.”

Epic was one word. Addictive was another. I buried my face in her neck, taking a deep inhale of her scent. I didn’t want to leave this spot. This moment in time. This situation. Whatever it was, it was deeply fulfilling living with Jordan, accompanying her everywhere, protecting her and somehow along the way growing this close to her. She started as a job, but now it was so much more.

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