Page 32 of Pucking Forbidden

I’m not messing it up again now. Hell no. If this is our chance to make it right between us, I’m clinging with both hands. Screw my brother. Screw everything.

He settles his tongue against my clit, groaning quietly. “You’re so wet, baby. Did you dream about me?”

“Yes,” I gasp, writhing beneath him.

“Was I cleaning up my mess just like this?” He licks me from the top to the bottom, running his tongue in circles around my hole.

“No.”

“No?”

“You were fucking me.”

“How?” Another long lick, this one firmer than the last. “Tell me.”

“From behind,” I groan. “I w-was on my hands and knees.”

He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard. And just like that, I unravel for him, coming all over his face. He licks me through it, tormenting me with pleasure until I’m whimpering beneath him.

When he pulls back, he meets my gaze, his eyes blazing with intent. “Let’s make it reality,” he says, flipping me onto my stomach. His hands slide beneath me, hauling me up onto my hands and knees. “I’m going to fuck you just like this. And you’re going to tell me if I’m doing it right.”

“Jordan,” I groan, clenching the sheet in my hand to keep myself from falling on my face.

He seams his naked body to me, bending over me. His lips brush the side of my neck. He nips the back of my shoulder. Rakes his teeth down my spine. I cry out beneath him, rocking back against him so his cock slides through my folds.

“Naughty little princess,” he snarls, biting me softly as he lines up at my entrance, his hands locked around my hips. He yanks me back onto his cock in one quick thrust.

My head flies back, another cry tumbling from my lips when he bottoms out. God, he’s so damn deep. He feels so good.

“You’re so tight, princess,” he rasps. “So much better than my hand.” One hand spears into my hair, craning my head back. “Let’s see if I’m doing it right, hmm?”

He begins to move, one hand tangled in my hair, the other sliding around my hip to play with my clit as he slams into me again and again, bottoming out with each punishing thrust.

“Is this about right, baby? Is this how I fuck you in your dreams?”

“No. Harder,” I choke.

His hand tightens in my hair, a soft roar rumbling from his lips. His next thrust knocks me forward slightly, but his hand in my hair reels me right back in, tugging me back onto his cock as he rocks his hips forward again. The slight stinging pain of his hand in my hair only intensifies the pleasure.

“Like this, princess? Am I fucking you right yet?”

“Yes!” I sob, already right there on the edge. Each thrust only tips me further toward a freefall. I try to move with him, but he’s too powerful. He fucks me like he intends to break me, just like he does in my dreams. And God, I never want him to stop.

Never, ever, ever.

“Jordan!” I shout, coming without warning when he releases my hair, pressing his thumb to my asshole. I clench and flutter and fall apart on his cock, babbling.

“Relax, baby,” he groans. “Let me in this sweet little hole.”

As if I can relax when waves of pleasure pour over me.

He circles my back entrance, gathering my juices on his thumb, and then slowly tries to push it inside again. My body resists the intrusion for a second before another deep thrust has me melting beneath him. The tip of his thumb slips inside.

“Look at you now, princess,” he groans. “Both holes stuffed full of me. You like that?”

“Yes,” I cry, unable to deny it as I rock back against him, desperate to come again. I need it like I need air. He’s everywhere again, wrecking me in ways I wasn’t made to withstand.

“Then come for me again, sweet girl,” he demands. “I want to feel both holes clamping down on me when you fall apart.” He pumps his thumb in and out, his hips slamming into mine, impaling me on his cock. And I feel like I’m flying. I’m falling. For him…all over again.

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