Page 33 of For Pucking Keeps

“See you bright and early tomorrow!” I shout back as I close the distance between Jaz and me. I am taking my girl home. I need to hear her scream.

JAZ

“Tor, I didn’t get to give Lia her birthday present,” I mumble, his lips pressed against mine as we stumble through the doorway of my house.

“Baby, she’s your neighbor. Give it to her tomorrow,” he says. Both of us mutter our words through pushing, panting kisses. Tor shoves the front door closed, kicking his leg out behind him. I hum appreciatively when the doors click shut softly and not with the anticipated slam. My poor stained-glass wouldn’t survive.

Breaking the kiss, I take a step back, looking right,I eye the couch, then glance back at Tor for direction. I’m so keyed from his earlier teasing he could fuck me right here against the front door, hell the front porch, and I’d be more than satisfied.

“Show me what’s mine, Supernova. Strip for me.” He stalks over slowly, as I do exactly what he’s asking. I reach down and slip my boots off one at a time. I curse softly, making Tor chuckle as I wiggle out my thermal tights, because you know, it’s cold outside. Seriously, not my sexiest of moments. My cardigan slips off next, sliding down my shoulders, I toss it off to the side. I take another step toward the stairs and lift my maxi dress over my head in one swift motion. The sound of Tor hissing in appreciation has me smiling before I can see the hungry expression on his face.

“No panties, Alexis? Fuck, you’ve been bare this entire time.” He lifts a brow, “I thought you were wearing those barely there panties you love when I was stroking your ass earlier, but damn it.” He pulls his sweater over his head and drops it to his feet. Toeing off his boots and socks, leaving him in nothing but jeans. His muscles flex, smooth and lickable grooves that I plan to taste every inch of tonight. “If I’d known, maybe I would have given you what you wanted earlier.”

I unhook my bra, honestly, sex or no sex, it’s the best part of any night. To let the girls swing freely is like breathing after being starved of oxygen. “Tell me, what did I want earlier, Mr. Bailey?” I ask, feigning ignorance as I toss my bra and it manages to land across the room near the dining room. I will definitely rethink my choices in the morning light tomorrow, but my desire to have him inside me is defying all my logic.

“You wanted me to take you outside in the icy air, let those delectable nipples freeze and harden, only to be relieved by the heat of my lips and tongue wrapped around them. Let the entire neighborhood hear you chant my name as I warm you up with my dick buried deep inside you, right there on the front porch.” He points behind him, his thoughts mirror my own from moments ago.

I take a deep breath, my chest heaving at the thought of being seen. Only Tor can bring out such desires in me and I want to explore it all with him.

“Come here, Alexis, let me feel how wet you are from just the mention of it.” He beckons me over, crooking his finger towards me and I’m tripping over my feet to get to him.

My pussy practically jumps into his hand as he cups me, plunging two fingers into my dripping wet heat. I gasp. With a stroke of his thumb over my clit, I fall into his body, his touch is dizzying, and I struggle to remain standing.

“Hmm. . .so wet, dripping, Alexis. I’m going to have to fulfill this fantasy when you least expect it.” He hums as he pulls out of me and licks his fingers clean. I watch my arousal run down his hand and I turn downright feral at the sight. I throw my arms around his neck, and I seal my lips to his, licking the inside of his mouth, tasting myself and loving it. I whimper with the need to climb this man like a tree. I can’t get enough of him, pepper kisses down his beard until I reach his neck and suck hard. Marking him. Mine.Yep, I’m going primal tonight.

“You’re mine, Torrance Bailey, all mine.” I break the kiss, leaning my head back to look into his gorgeous hazel eyes. Tor smiles, leans down and palms my ass, lifting me off the floor. I shriek in surprise, because I will never get used to him picking me up like I weigh nothing when I know I do.

“Are you staking your claim now, Miss Rhodes? I thought we established who I belonged to months ago. I guess I will have to worship you on my hands and knees to hammer the point home,” he says as he carries me toward the stairs and sits me down. Thank the designer Gods for suggesting I carpet these bad boys, because wood against my back wouldn’t be pleasant. Tor towers over me and kisses me thoroughly, I’m a puddle of need as he swallows every moan and plea for more. Words fail me. I don’t think I answered his claiming question as he kisses up and down my body, licking, sucking and biting my breasts, leaving marks that will remain for days after this. Considering he will be leaving again in two days, his marks on my body are a welcome reminder of all the ways he’s wrecked me.

“Brace yourself.” Is all the warning I get before he grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders. Tor dives face first into my pussy and feasts.

“Oh, oh, holy shit!” I buck off the steps, but he pins my hips down with his arms. My head thrashes, my words incoherent as I praise and pray to any god, goddess, or deity who will listen. I am a tangle of emotions, wanting to scream out my love and holding myself back. His teeth clamp down on my clit and I howl in pleasure, like a fucking wolf, crying out desperately for its mate.Primal, remember, I’m feeling primal. My eyes clench shut and I cum all over his face.

“That’s right, Supernova. Give. It. To. Me,” he commands as he continues to savor my release on his tongue, not letting up for a second as he begins the process all over again. I’m delirious, begging for him to stop, but asking for more, more, more.

Sweat coats my naked skin. My arms are outstretched and shaky as I attempt to cling to something, anything to stop me from slipping down the step I am perched on. Tor’s tongue fucks my pussy, devouring every inch of me as I lose myself to another orgasm, then another. I’m a boneless mess as I cryout, my voice hoarse from screams as he demands and takes everything.

“Tor, please, God, I can’t,” I plead, tears streaking down my face from pleasure overload. Tor looks up, eyes wild, lips glistening with the remnants of my arousal and stands.

“I will never get enough of you, Alexis. I will never be sated, my need and hunger for you only grows, I’m a glutton, a sinner for you and only you, Supernova. Now, turn over and put your ass in the air baby, I can’t wait to get you upstairs,” Tor commands.

I move into position, eager to give him exactly what he needs. The sound of him undoing his belt buckle, followed by the teeth of his zipper pulling apart. It’s my only warning before he grabs my hips and thrusts deep.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh!” I shout as he pounds into me.

Tor groans in pleasure. “You feel so good, Alexis. I’m going to fuck this pussy all night. All”— thrust—“night”—thrust—“long”—thrust. With a sharp smack to my ass cheek, then another, I mewl from both the pain and euphoria. Sex with Tor is always otherworldly, and out-of-body experience transcends all logic. How two people can come together, so in sync, knowing exactly what the other needs is damn right magical.

“Stroke your clit, Supernova, cum with me,” Tor gritsout. I plunge my fingers between my thighs and circle my clit in time with his thrusts. My orgasm builds, igniting inside of me like a raging beast clawing to be set free. I cry out.

“I’m cumming. Oh God, Tor!” I shout, almost face planting, if not for Tor’s strong arm holding me up.

“I fucking love you so fucking much!” Tor roars his declaration as he cums, his body presses me further into the steps. My arms attempt to hold me up again, but I have nothing left. Tor pulls out of me, leaving behind an emptiness that has me hitching my breath to hold back unbidden tears. God, I love him.I love him.

Tor pulls up his jeans, then extends his hand to me, and I take it as he hauls me to my feet. I sway and he catches me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Now, I’m going to need you to sit on my dick and ride me. I want my cock coated with your juices and you painted in mine. Then we are going to do all of this again and again until we’re both comatose.” He turns, the sound of his belt buckles clinking with each step he takes. I walk on trembling legs behind him as we cross the threshold of my bedroom and remain there, getting lost in one another until sunrise.

TWENTY-TWO

JAZ

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