Page 16 of Pucking Forbidden

“Say it, princess.”

“It’s yours!” I cry. God, it’s always been his. From the very first damn minute I met him, I knew it was supposed to be his. How could there be anyone else when there was only ever him for me? I didn’t care how long I had to wait for him to get on the same page, I fucking knew. And part of me always hoped that he knew, too. That he was never with anyone else back then because he was waiting on me.

It's been five years, and I think he’s still waiting just like I’ve been. He’s never been photographed with anyone else. Never been linked to anyone. He’s been a man apart, isolated in his bitterness and regret. And so have I. So damn lonely.

He leans down, planting his lips against my ear. “Take my cock out, baby. See what belongs to you.”

I gasp, my fingers tightening around him. My gaze flies to his. I don’t need him to say the words, though. I see the truth in his eyes. Hehasbeen waiting for me, too. Definitely for the last six years. Probably forever.

I tug his sweats down, reaching inside to wrap my fingers around his length. He’s burning hot against my palm, somehow silky smooth and hard as steel at the same time.

“Fucking hell,” he chokes, bucking into my hand when I work it up and down his length, eager to explore every delicious inch of him. My fingers don’t even touch around the thickest part. And he’s so damn long…

I’m already on fire, desperate to know what he feels like inside me, splitting me in two. Consuming me from the inside out. Owning me the same way I intend to own him.

“Please,” I beg shamelessly, but there’s really no need. He’s already tearing my bra in half in his desperation to get it off me.

His lips close around one hard nipple, his hands already hard at work between us, trying to slip the button of my jeans free. He bites me, and I know heaven. It’s this man on top of me, growling as he attacks my nipples like they’re the best things he’s ever had in his mouth.

“Perfect little princess,” he snarls, moving from one to the other and then back again. “Going to punish you with cock until you’re screaming.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

He leans back suddenly, yanking my pants down my legs. His cock slips from my grip, bouncing against his stomach. I don’t have time to miss the heat of him in my hand before his wild eyes meet mine, blazing with intent.

“You going to be a good girl and let me eat my fill before I fuck the cherry out of you, princess?”

Oh my god.

“Jordan, please.” I’m not sure what I’m even begging for right now. For him to eat me? Fuck me? Destroy my world and put it back together again? I don’t care which he does at this point, just so long as he does it soon. It’s already been too long. So damn long.

He slides down my body, leaving little bites like a roadmap to guide him back. I melt beneath him, clinging to the sheets as if that’ll keep me clinging to sanity. I already know they won’t, though. Not with his hands on me. Not with his lips everywhere, exploring places that have never felt like enough. They do right now. Under his lips, they feel like exactly enough.

“So fucking beautiful,” he croons as he tugs my pants the rest of the way off and then settles between my legs. His eyes lock with mine as he tosses them over his broad shoulders. They’re so full of wicked intent, I can’t breathe. “I’m going to enjoy feasting on this pretty little thing, Sutton.”

“D-Do it.”

“Oh, princess.” His smirk is deadly. “Didn’t you hear me in the parking lot? I make the rules and give the commands here, not you. Your only job is to fucking come until I’ve decided you’ve had enough. And just so we’re clear…it’ll be a long damn time before I decide that, baby.”

I made a grave mistake thinking I could survive sex with this man. I can’t. I won’t. He hasn’t even started, and I’m already a quivering, panting mess beneath him. How much more fucked am I going to be when he’s making me come again and again just because he can? Just because Iknowthat’s exactly what’s going to happen as soon as he puts his mouth on me or pushes his way inside for the first time. I’ll just keep pushing the damn pleasure button like the mice in the Skinner box until I wither away beneath him, consumed by pleasure. Fucked to death.

He yanks me closer, until my ass dangles above the bed and my pussy is right there in his face. His gaze rakes down my body, so hot I feel it blistering my skin. And then it settles between my legs, so intent. So damn deadly.

“Oh, princess,” he growls. “Look at you dripping for me. Does it feel good?”

“It’d f-feel a lot better if you had your m-mouth on it.”

“Yeah?” He smirks again, that smirk that tells me in no uncertain terms that he’ll get around to it when he damn well pleases. “Then keep your eyes on me. And don’t even fuckingthinkabout being quiet, Sutton. I’ve waited for you for too long not to hear every sweet sound you make.”

Don’t think that’ll be a problem, not with the way he’s looking at my pussy like a condemned man staring at his last meal.

His lips run up the inside of my thigh, so slowly I sob in anticipation. In need. It doesn’t hurry him along any at all. He just sinks his teeth into my skin as if telling me to be patient and let him savor this. And I try…really, I try. But I’m not patient. I’m greedy and aching and I need–

“Jordan!” I sob, bucking beneath him when he flicks his tongue out, running it up my slit. He settles it against my clit, jiggling it back and forth in a way I feel all over my body. I feel it in my damn soul. Sweet baby Jesus…

“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes nearly black with desire. He hauls me closer, burying his face in my pussy with a savage roar.

I shatter instantly, unable to hold back whenheisn’t holding back. He’s wild between my legs, eating me as if I’m the only thing he ever wants to put his lips on. His fingers dig into my skin hard enough to leave bruises as he tries to hold me still and keep me right where he wants me, but I rock and sob and twist andcomebeneath him anyway, helpless to do anything else.

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