Page 95 of The Price of Forever

“You can take it, baby.” His hands scorched up the small of my back, bringing our bodies closer together. The head of his cock probed between my legs. The scorching heat of him met the folds of my pussy, and I moaned. “I’ve been getting you ready. You can take it.”

I drew a shaky breath, propping my hands on his shoulders as I arranged myself on him. My slick core slid against his erection, the hot glide making my insides melt.

“Where do you want me to come?” he asked, cocking his head as his gaze raked up and down our bodies.

“Inside me,” I said before I could even process the question.

“Jordan—”

“I need it.” I rolled my hips in a slow circle, teasing his swollen cockhead. He grunted, fingertips digging into the flesh of my ass cheeks.

“You want me to fill you with my cum?” he asked, cracking a palm against my ass cheek. Then he squeezed hard at the stinging flesh. I nodded, pressing my forehead to his.

“Every single one of those men out there will notice.” His voice was gritty. “They’ll see my cum dripping out of your pussy, down your legs. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine.”

I nodded harder, rocking against him, the tip of his erection dancing dangerously close to popping inside me. “That’s right. Let them see.”

He grunted again, gripping me by the waist. His dark gaze left no room for doubt. “Eyes on me.” He guided me down, his cockhead probing as my pussy sank down and claimed his cock. He eased inside me slowly, stretching me more than I expected.

I whimpered, tightening around him.

“Stay with me.” His chest heaved, but he still had control. “You can take it.”

The way he said it, reassured and so fucking dialed in, made my entire body warm and loose. He guided me down further, steering me by the hips.

His nostrils flared, but he never broke eye contact with me. “You’re doing such a good job.”

I sank lower, stretching to accommodate his girth. My entire body was alive with sensation. It felt so fucking good I thought I might pass out, and he couldn’t have had more than a few inches inside of me. I rocked my hips in a small circle, eliciting a guttural noise from him.

“This feels…like…” I could barely even form thoughts, much less make the words happen now that he was inside me. I sank lower, unsure of how much of his cock I’d swallowed inside me. It seemed never-ending.

He ran his teeth across each of my nipples in turn. “Go on.”

I let the thump of the bass from the music outside act as my muse. I wriggled my hips, claiming another inch or two of him. “Like we’re running out of space.”

He shifted his hips against me, grunting. “Found some more.”

But then I could tell we had reached the end of the line, as far as his dick filling my pussy was concerned. The sensation of him inside me was incredible; in fact, it bordered on painful, a fullness I had never experienced but knew I craved more of. My eyes fluttered shut from the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through my limbs.

“Eyes on me,” he said softly.

I forced myself to open my eyes.

“You took it so good, Jordan.” His arms squeezed around my waist, that same dangerous, dark glint in his gaze. “Now I want you to fucking ride it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

SEVEN

It didn’t matter how many times I’d beat off over the past week. With Jordan’s silken vice of a pussy wrapped around my cock, I was a ticking time bomb.

She let out a breathy sigh. Her nipples had been hard as diamonds since she took that top off. I snagged each one between my lips as she rocked against me.

“Fuuuuck, Seven.”

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