Page 54 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire

“Jordan,” I sigh.

“Drop your legs sweetheart.”

“What?” My head straightens, and I look at him trying to figure out if he has changed his mind suddenly. But all I see is intense blue eyes staring back at me. If water could catch fire, it would look like Jordan’s eyes now, so filled with lust and desire. Lust and desire forme.

“I said drop your legs. Now.”

My legs drop without question before I realize what I am doing.

“Good girl.” The timber of his voice when he says that has me shivering in delight.

He starts kissing me again, but this time I feel his hands grip my breasts and knead them. I can feel my nipples harden as if they want to cut through my shirt to be able to feel his palms directly on them. One of his hands then slowly trails down over my ribs and waist until it reaches the waistband of my leather pants. His fingers tease the space between the materials of clothing and my skin, tickling my stomach briefly until they slowly move further south until they reach the apex between my thighs. I break away from his mouth in a gasp at the moment of contact, but he doesn’t allow me to stray for long before his lips are moving against mine again.

He finds my clit and gently circles the bundle of nerves, making my legs shake slightly. My mind goes completely blank of everything except the sensations of everywhere he touches me that consume my focus. From his lips dancing against mine, his hand on my breast now firmly but gently pinching my aching nipple, and his fingers moving teasingly in my pants and against my clit. I’m going to be that girl and say I’ve never felt this waywith just kissing and touching with clothes on. But then again, there hasn’t been anyone like Jordan in my life until now.

Jordan’s fingers stop circling my clit and inch their way further down until he is at the center of my core. He stops kissing me and presses his forehead to mine and growls. I open my eyes to see his face pinched with barely held control and the growl conveys the same.

“Fucking hell, Talia. You are so goddamn wet right now.”

I smile at him even though he can’t see me with his eyes closed.

Without warning, he pulls his hand out of my pants, causing me to whine in protest, but not for long. His hand on my breast moves to join his other hand, rushing to grip the waistband of my pants and panties right before he drags them down my legs. He follows them down to the floor to where he is kneeling on one knee in front of me.

“Lift your foot,” he encourages.

I do as he says, and he first pulls my shoes off before he then pulls my foot out of my pants. Before he can tell me to repeat with the other foot, I am lifting it, allowing him to remove the other shoe followed by my pants and panties all at once, tossing them haphazardly to the side and away from us.

He stares at my pussy in wonder and then smirks.

“I’m going to devour this pussy darling, and I can’t wait to hear you scream as I make you come.”

He leans forward, and I feel the heat of his tongue as he licks all the way up my center. I gasp at the sensation, and my hands reach behind me, trying to find purchase on the wall. Jordan grips my left calf and pushes it up, which I willingly let him. He bends my leg and puts it over his shoulder, allowing him more access to my pussy. Jordan’s tongue moves from the center of my core to my clit. The hand that gripped my leg wraps around my thigh to keep me immobile, allowing him todo whatever he wants to me. The realization of the control he has over my body and that I have to stand here while he does whatever he wishes makes me smile on the inside. Hell on the outside as well as I’m vaguely aware of the corners of my mouth pulling upwards. His other hand that isn’t gripping my thigh glides up the opposite leg until his hand comes in contact with my pussy. He spreads me open, allowing his tongue better access to flick over my clit. With each flick of his tongue, my temperature rises making me feel as if I am in a sauna, and my body starts to tense with the building pressure of the orgasm building in me. He then moves his fingers and pushes into me.

“Oh god! Jordan,” I whimper. The combination of his tongue flicking over my clit and the fullness inside me from his fingers is heavenly and hits all the right spots. My legs begin to quiver, and one of my hands reaches up to pinch my nipple while the other reaches out to grab his head to stabilize myself. If he weren’t holding me up, I would melt against the wall and down to the floor no doubt. My body is overwhelmed with all the sensations. My pussy clenches around his fingers as I get closer and closer to going over the edge. Liquid heat pools in my core and Jordan moans, causing a delightful vibration against my clit. He curves his fingers upwards and moves them in and out, not too slowly and not too fast, but just the right pace that causes me to moan uncontrollably.

“Jordan, please! Don’t stop,” I gasp. And he doesn’t. He continues to stroke his finger in and out of me perfectly causing my pussy to clench and clench even more on him. With building pressure, I finally break with the orgasm that floods through me, and all my muscles clench down on and around him in response. I scream as the orgasm seems to go on forever.

As the orgasm fades, I feel like I am floating with my only anchor being Jordan. My breathing is rapid and my entire body is shaking.

Jordan gently pulls his fingers out of me and licks at my pussy slowly. I gasp as his mouth continues to torture my now sensitive nerves following my orgasm. “Fuck, you taste amazing sweetheart,” he grumbles before licking at my core where I’ve become drenched following the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me.

I chuckle. “I can’t even put into words how amazing that was.”

“You haven’t seen nothing yet,” he growls.

He takes my leg off his shoulder, licks my pussy one more time, again causing me to gasp in pleasure and surprise, and then stands in front of me. He grabs my face and roughly kisses me. I taste myself on his lips and love the reminder it gives me in where he just was and what he did to me. Not that I could ever forget.

Suddenly, he breaks away and tosses me over his shoulder.

“Jordan! What are you doing?!”

“Taking you to bed. It’s my turn to have some fun right along with you. Which door is it?”

“Straight ahead. Last door on the left,” I direct him with a giddy smile.

He quickly and not quietly opens the door and slams it behind us once we are in the room. I’m tugged over his shoulder and tossed on the bed. I bounce a little and giggle.

Looking up, he is smiling down at me. “I like the sound of that.”

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