Page 17 of Pucking Forbidden

He doesn’t let up, doesn’t relent. He forces the tip of his tongue into my hole, using it like a cock as he thrusts it deeper. His greedy sounds are loud in my ears. So is my heartbeat. I feel it in my clit as he wrecks me with that tongue and then puts me back together with his praise.

“So fucking good. Christ, this pussy tastes like heaven, princess. Keep coming all over my face just like that,” he snarls between licks, thrusting two fingers inside me this time. He bites my inner thigh again. “Scream for me again, princess.” His lips wrap around my clit, sucking…plunging me over the edge into another screaming orgasm. “That’s it, Sutton. Just like that.”

Pleasure flows through me in electric waves, shocking me with the intensity. But he still doesn’t let up. He lifts me higher, prying my cheeks apart. His tongue lands against my asshole, licking there too.

“Jordan!” I sob, clenching, quivering…

“Don’t fight me, baby.” He stiffens his tongue, still working two fingers in and out of me. “Let me in. Let me eat.”

I do. God, I do. I melt beneath him, boneless, turned on…desperate and greedy. It shouldn’t feel that damn good to have him licking me there, but it does.

The tip of his tongue slips inside me. He groans against me, adding a third finger. Splitting me wide open at the seams.

I can’t even scream this time. I don’t make a sound as I splinter apart, coming so hard, I struggle for breath, writhing in rapture.

He doesn’t give me a single moment to recover before he’s on top of me, pinning me beneath him with his weight. His breath is a wild pant against my ear as he yanks my legs up over his hips, already attacking my throat with kisses.

“Good girl,” he croons, his cock sliding through my folds. “Coming all over my tongue like you were told.”

“Jordan, p-please.” I still don’t know what I’m begging for. More or less or everything?

“Don’t beg me, baby.” He plants his lips against the side of my throat, pelting me with sweetness. “I sentenced myself to five years in hell for you. You think you have to ask me for anything?” His tongue flicks my pulse point. “It’s already yours.”

“W-What…?” I try to ask him what he’s talking about, what he means, but he doesn’t give me a chance.

He pushes forward slowly, the head of his cock breaching my entrance. I dig my nails into his shoulder blades, choking on a gasp. If I had a hymen, my vibrator took care of it long ago…but he’s a hell of a lot bigger than my toys. He splits me open, turns me inside out…freakingwrecksme.

“Take every inch, princess,” he groans, nipping my skin.

“Yes, yes,” I babble in agreement. I want every inch. Every moan. I want all of him.

He gives me what I want, pushing forward until every thick inch is buried inside me, splitting me open.

“Goddamn, this tight little pussy.” He buries his face in my throat as he shudders on top of me. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, Sutton. I can’t breathe.”

“M-me either,” I sob, clinging to him, trying to pull him closer and sink him even deeper at the same time. My teeth graze hisshoulder as I clench and quiver around him, tangled in a web of pleasure so powerful it borders on pain. “More. Please, more.”

He groans, canting his hips back before he slams into me hard enough to scoot me up the bed half an inch. “Like this, princess? You want my cock like this?”

“Yes!”

“Christ, I want to pound my fucking name into this perfect little thing,” he growls, pumping his hips again. He hits some spot deep inside that has me gasping his name and clamping around him. “I love the way you sound, choking on your pleasure.” He thrusts again, wrapping his tongue around my nipple. “Keep making that sound, princess. Keep driving me wild. It’ll only make me fuck you harder.”

As if I have a choice when he’s moving inside me, shattering the damn earth at my feet. He’s everywhere at once, turning the world upside down and me inside out. And I don’t want him to stop. God help us both, but I want him to keep fucking me just like this. It doesn’t matter what’s unspoken between us. It doesn’t matter what’s still broken. Nothing does when he’s pounding into me, stealing sanity and reason.

He slips his hand between us, pinching my clit. Rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. “Come, Sutton. Keep fucking coming on my cock until I tell you to stop.”

“P-please!” I sob, writhing beneath him, terrified to fall…terrified not to fall. Everything is so intense, more intense than I ever expected. What if I shatter into pieces? What if I can’t be put back together again?

“No.” He bites my nipple hard enough to send a jolt through me. “No getting out of it. I’ve wanted you right here like this for longer than I should have. Now, be a good girl and fucking come.”

He pinches my clit again…and I unravel beneath him with a shout, convulsing. Crying out. Trying like hell not to lose it entirely.

But he isn’t satisfied yet. Not with just one. I realize as soon as I come back down that he meant exactly what he said. He intends to keep me coming until he decides I’ve had enough. And he hasn’t decided.

He drags my leg up higher over his hip, changing the angle as he fucks me harder, each savage thrust pulling a cry of ecstasy from my lips. His thumb stays against my clit, grinding, teasing…pushing me right back toward the edge.

I don’t stand a chance in hell of holding it off. I shatter around him again, convulsing all over his cock.

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