Page 43 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

He nodded into my neck. “Last time wasn’t fair.”

“Mmm, it wasn’t?”

Jordan began pumping his hips. “I had to watch Lucas fuck you.” A little faster. “Then Shay.” He drove into me even harder. “It was like torture. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

My exhale was part moan. “I seem to remember you enjoying my mouth.”

“Your mouth was amazing.” His thumb brushed over my lips. “But this is what Ireallywanted.”

Our bodies rolled together naturally, and I arched my back so he could deepen his strokes. Now he was slamming into me, causing lightning bolts of pleasure to shoot through my core. I opened my mouth to let out a breath, but a long groan filled the room instead.

“Shh,” he growled into my ear. “Don’t make too much noise.”

“My noises are your fault,” I managed to say through the intensity of his thrusts.

“Then I’ll keep you quiet.”

He clamped his palm over my lips, and I absolutely fell to pieces underneath him. I wrapped my legs around him as he crashed into me, again and again. My core spasmed with every thrust as Jordan fucked me hard and fast. I tore his hand away so I could kiss him, forcing my tongue into his mouth as we lost ourselves in the mindless drive of our bodies.

But soon my self-control shattered again, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.

“Come for me,” he demanded, cock pistoning into me perfectly. “Comewithme, Haley.”

His steady movements grew shaky, more urgent. Then he pressed his face against the crook of my neck and exhaled into me as he shuddered with sweet release. My own orgasm crested then, and my screams would have woken up Bran and everyone else in the neighborhood if not for Jordan’s hand returning to my mouth. I screamed against his palm, my throat raw as I let out everything inside me. Jordan’s manhood turned to solid steel inside me as he exploded, his lips quivering against my neck.

Yet instead of our bodies going still together in the moment of climax, we couldn’t stop fucking each other. His hips kept moving furiously, and I drove my hips up to meet him, grinding myself as much as I could while whimpering against his hand. He grabbed my ass with his other palm, holding me for leverage while our sweaty bodies writhed together.

The afterglow might have lasted one minute, and it might have lasted twenty. Time seemed to stand still while we remained locked together, chests heaving, our collective breaths finally steadying to a normal rhythm.

“I can’t believe you lied,” I eventually whispered.

“I didn’t want you to think I had impure intentions tonight,” he replied.

“You brought that tobaseball practice?”I said.

Jordan pushed up onto an elbow. “Would you believe that as a doctor, it’s my duty to always carry condoms around with me?”

“You coach five- and six-year-olds!”

He grinned at me. “It’s never too early to learn.”

Both of us devolved into a fit of giggles. Eventually, he rolled onto the bed next to me. I felt empty without him inside me, so I moved with him and rested on his chest.

“I have a pack in the glove compartment of my truck,” he admitted. “I grabbed it when we arrived at your house, when you were walking inside.”

“I thought it was suspicious how quickly you came around to open the door for me!”

“That was all chivalry,” he insisted. “I grabbed the condom after your sister invited me to dinner. Are you still mad at me for lying?”

I shook my head against his chest. “I’m extremely happy you had one.”

“Good. Because I don’t lie very often, but when I do, I want it to be worth it.” Suddenly he rolled me sideways until we were back in our original position, me on my back with him settling between my legs. He gently brushed his lips against mine, then rose off the bed.

“Where are you going?” I asked. “I want cuddling.”

“Bathroom, first,” he said, pulling his boxer-briefs on over his still-wrapped penis. “Then you can have all the cuddles you want.”

I bit my lip and admired his tall form, and the way his underwear accentuated his long legs. He picked up his white undershirt, winked at me, then opened the bedroom door. With the dramatic motions of a cartoon character, he poked his head out to make sure the coast was clear, then rushed out into the hall and into the bathroom.

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