Page 71 of The Chance

The chuckle that leaves his kiss-swollen lips seeps into my chest and nestles along some of the jagged edges.

But then the slippery tip presses against my hole and I jolt forward, slamming my lips to his.

I groan when he applies pressure, circling, his other hand pulling on my ass and spreading me open.

I’m so keyed up with the adrenaline and arousal coursing through my veins that it doesn’t take much for the muscle to give and his finger to pop just past that first ring.

I moan.

Hemoans.

“So tight, Vida.Fuck.” He drags in a shuttering breath against my open mouth and gives a testing pump. One out, then back in, and I’m already seeing stars. “Two?”

Shaking my head, I let it fall to his shoulder, my racing breath coasting over his now flushed skin. “To the knuckles and lube first, Tyro.”

He hums his understanding and pulls me so that my chest is flush with his and fucks that finger in and out of me until I take him to the knuckle.

I shudder when his fist meets my ass.

“Get the lube, Vida,” he murmurs against my neck, slowly easing his finger from inside me.

When I reach for the nightstand, his teeth latch onto my nipple, making me hiss. He licks away the sting, replacing it with the warmth of his lips as I coat his middle fingers.

Holy fuckhot, this is about to happen.

I’m shaking when he switches to my other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as the first, and reaches behind me.

Wetness meets my hole at the same time his tongue soothes over his bite. Both circle around their target at the same leisurely pace, adding enough pressure to pull an audible breath from my lungs.

I’m two seconds from begging when his lips pop free, only to find mine and claim them just the same.

And with his hand to the back of my head, his tongue owning mine, Jordan presses his slick finger inside me.

We both groan.

“So fucking hot, Vida,” he rumbles, curling his tongue at the same time he curls his finger.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life when he adds the second lubed digit.

In and out, he fucks them into me, stretching me, driving me to the brink of insanity with just his calloused hands.

This can’t be real.

“Third?”

I nod.

My head arches back when I feel the extra pressure, the almost burn, my cock leaking from the fullness of it.

“More,” I pant, my nails finding purchase in his shoulders, my mind gone to anything exceptthis.

Him.

More.

The telltale click of the lube bottle opening has my stomach clenching, the anticipation rolling right down my spine.

His fingers leave me, and I have only half a second to whine about it before he’s yanking me closer. Lifting my hips. Bumping my hole with—

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