Page 23 of The Trust
Then teases me all over again.
The head of his cock circles my hole, notching against me, the very tip of him finding center.
“How long do you think we can do this before someone sees?” he whispers, and I shudder.
“Don’t care.”
“But you do care, don’t you.” The tip breaches me again and I’m gasping into the wooden wall holding me up. “You care thatno onewill ever see this ass ever again.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Yeah. No one but you, baby.”
“Because you’re my good boy.” He hums and surges forward, filling my hole until my ass meets his groin.
My mouth hangs open, eyes rolling back when thigh meets thigh. Balls touch. The tickle of his groomed pubic hair crests over my cheeks. The sting of him stretching me radiates through my entire body.
I’m stuck just like that as his hips move, thrusting in and out of me, tagging every spot inside me that drives me straight to the edge.
“That’s … it,” he says, his words punctuated by his thrusts. “My … good … fucking … boy.”
My lungs stutter and I claw at the wall.
“Mine,” Jordan grits out and grinds against me. It hits all the right spots to have me shooting in my pants. “Fuckkkkk!”
I moan at the feel of him coming inside me, his warmth filling me, his pitched moans echoing off the trees around us.
Breathless, he pulls all the way back, teasing my hole all over again.
“Fuck, look at you. Wrecked and gaping.”
I shiver.
“Love your cock so much,” I mutter.
“Mmmm. Love giving it to you.” He slams home all over again and I nearly scream. “Love coating you in my cum.” He pulls outand I immediately miss him. “Love watching it leak out of this hole.”
He finally releases the vest and just when I think I can stand back up, he drops down behind me and buries his face between my cheeks.
“Oh, God,” I choke out, his tongue lapping my hole.
He spears me, fucking it in and out of me, the slurp of him sucking ringing through the air.
“Good God, I love eating this ass out.” I moan. “It’s even better like this. Stretched …filled.”
“Jordan,” I whimper and fist my thickening cock through my wet pants.
It’s too much for my oversensitive flesh.
It’s not enough.
I’m spun before I recognize it and he’s tugging down the front of my pants and swallowing my cock whole.
I harden the rest of the way between his lips.
And when he gags, I fist his hair.
“Don’t stop.”
His throat works around me, clenching tightly.
