Page 42 of The Sweetest Surrender

“Im’ma just watch from this spot,” she said.

Jordan lifted his head to peer at her.

“I’m scared, and I ain’t afraid to admit it.”

Jordan fell back on the bed and laughed, then just as quickly sat up and stood to his feet. His monumental all masculine persona made a slow stroll across the room, and as he came closer, Selena’s pulse sped.

“I have to, um, take a business video call in an hour,” she said, already breathless. Looking for any excuse to run away from him.

Jordan closed in, cupping Selena’s chin in his hand and adequately pulling her focus from his distended constituent to his face.

“Why are you scared? If memory serves me right, you handled your man like the sexy vixen you are.”

“Ooh, vixen, I like that.”

They smiled, and without warning, Jordan reached down and hauled Selena off her feet.

“Ooh…” she crooned, taken back by his impulsive shift.

“Check this out. I get it, you’ve got work that must be done, and I’m slowing you down. But, since you have a little time before you make your call, can we have breakfast?”

In his arms, Selena slinked her arms around his shoulders as he balanced her effortlessly.

“Yes,” she said. “Will Charley bring us breakfast, or would you like me to whip up something real quick?”

Jordan’s lids lowered as images from last night came sailing to the forefront of his mind. Selena in the kitchen, and he and the kids banging the tables. A resplendent smile scurried onto his face.

“You really have a nice smile. Very charming, Mr. Rose,” Selena said.

Jordan’s eyes roamed over her. “And you have very nice lips.” He kissed her softly, “and very nice eyes,” he kissed her again, and Selena melted, “and very nice ears, nose, and the sexiest curve when you arch your neck.” His lips landed on her throat, and in the same instance, Jordan paced back around the bed.

Selena shivered in his arms. “I thought you said,” she panted, “that we were going to have breakfast.”

Jordan laid her body down on the bed and tossed her legs over his shoulders. “I am having breakfast.”

His lips sank into her pussy, sending his tongue on an expedition as he dove right in.

“Ssss, oooooh…” Selena’s head fell back with her mouth open.

With an onslaught of greedy pressure, Jordan licked across her folds and drilled into her clitoris with skilled accuracy. All at once, he slurped her up, sucking her inside his mouth while sliding his tongue down her labia to catch any of the sweet crème that attempted to escape him.

A growl dark and deep fell from his lips. Selena twisted and turned; digging her feet into the bed as she lifted slightly and rocked against his mouth.

“Aaaah shit!” she screeched, reaching down to rub his head.

Jordan grabbed her hands and moved them to his ears. Selena held on to them as if she was on the back of a bull clutching a rope for dear life while she rode a wild animal. Jordan covered her pussy fully, allowing his tongue to touch every part of her sensitive flesh, and he glanced up at her, turned on by the ecstasy written all over Selena’s face.

When her legs trembled, Jordan knew she was on her way, and he couldn’t resist. Jordan needed to be inside Selena when she exploded. With quickness, he pulled up and flipped Selena on all fours. Jordan didn’t give her time to figure out what was happening when he drove inside her, pushing so thoroughly deep that a moan tore from her throat like a wail from sudden ecstasy. She was so terribly wet that Jordan slipped right in, touching the base of her womb in a tangent plunge.

“Selena… fuuu-ck girl.”

Jordan held on to her waist, keeping Selena from running away from him.

“Jordan! Jordan! Oh my God…” She scurried but didn’t get anywhere. Her hands flailed as she grabbed for the covers, trying with all her might to get away.

Jordan smacked her ass and rocked into her backside. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?” He smacked her ass again and didn’t let up on his pounding.

“Oh my God, Jordan…” Selena whined as the room reverberated from the wet smacking of their connection.

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