He pulled the toy from her wet pussy and set it on the nightstand where he’d placed the towel. Crystal’s gaze was on him when he pulled fresh condom out and sheathed himself.
Her intake of breath caused him to pause. “Baby, are you okay with this?” While they’d talked, and there was consent between them, her swift intake of breath told him something wasn’t quite right.
“Please, Sir.” She wiggled her hips. “I want you. I need you, Sir.”
Jordan carefully lowered himself over her. His heart pounded as his cock brushed her entrance, and the heat coming from her singed his skin. She was ready for him.
“More, Sir.”
Shifting his hips, Jordan pushed into her willing pussy. Inch by inch, he sank into her until he was fully seated.
“Damn, you’re a big guy, Sir.” Her face was flushed, her eyes a little unfocused.
“I bet you say that all the time,” he teased. Her face turned a darker shade of red. She opened her mouth to reply, but he shifted, and she moaned instead. “I’m teasing you. How are your arms?”
“My arms, Sir?”
“Are they numb? Do they hurt?” He started to withdraw from her body.
Her legs encircled his waist. “I’m fine, Sir.”
He stared down at her. “Flex your fingers.” She did. No distress on her face, but still… Her legs tightened when he shifted.
“Truly, I’m okay, Sir. Hands and arms are fine, Sir.”
Her words were clear and filled with need, not pain or discomfort. “All right, my sweet.” He slid back into her slick pussy. “Here we go.” Jordan surged into her.
Crystal moaned, her neck arching as Jordan plunged into her pussy. Oh dear Lord, his cock was hard and pulsing. But he didn’t rush; he took his time, out and in.
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Her body was on fire. Her clit throbbed with need. She clenched her fingers and released them. There was a slight tingle in her arms, but she wasn’t going to stop Jordan. She wanted this. She wanted him.
“Harder, faster,” she whispered.
“What was that?” His breath brushed over her skin like a silky caress.
She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, his body still. “Sir, please.” Damn! She needed to remember he was in charge.
“Better.” His voice was calm, but he didn’t speed up, and her body protested. She was right on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to throw her over. Crystal tightened her legs around him.
“Sweetheart, you’re trying to top from the bottom.” There was amusement in his voice, but she had no idea what he meant. “Loosen your legs, or I’ll stop.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
His body stilled.
Fuck. Where did he get his iron control? Crystal forced her legs to go lax around his waist.
“Better but do it again, and I will stop.”
“Yes, Sir.” She tried to sound contrite but wasn’t sure she pulled it off.
Jordan began thrusting once again, and she raised her hips. While he didn’t say anything, the way he stared at her, he was aware of what she was doing. Finally, he moved faster, their hips grinding together.
Her body quivered on the precipice, the right thrust or touch and… Jordan shifted his hips and hit her g-spot. Crystal let out a little cry as her orgasm took over.
He didn’t stop moving until he stiffened, and his cock pulsed inside her as he came. He collapsed against her body, but he didn’t crush her.