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“Fuck,” he growls, focusing his skilled fingers on the upper wall of my entrance. My body writhes beneath him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, massaging my g-spot. Torturing me as I resist an orgasm. “The thought of coming inside you… It drives me insane. You’ll get my dick again in a moment. As soon as I feel your little pussy tighten around my cock, I’m going to let go inside you.”
My hands scrunch into my hair as I lie back, breathless. I bite my lip to muffle my moan, but I can’t hold back how good Daxton makes me feel. He continues stroking that sweet spot in me, watching me in awe. I clutch at the mattress, about to lose control.
“So fucking beautiful, kitten.”
Just when I think I’ll collapse, Daxton pulls his fingers out and thrusts his dick deep inside me, making me gasp his name as I hit my peak.
“That’s it, Jordan. Come for me.” He grunts, thrusting through my orgasm and finding his own release, so loud as he spills into me. “Fuck.”
My climax grows stronger, knowing Daxton’s cum is inside me and that I’m the only girl he’s ever come inside of. The two of us are panting against each other’s lips. We’re sharing breath. Together we’re one.
Gradually, Daxton’s thrusts slow in speed. When our movements stop, he remains buried within me as we kiss endlessly beneath the stars. I don’t know how much time passes. Time doesn’t exist. There’s nothing in the world except me and Daxton. And I realize… I don’t justlikethis guy. I am fallinghardfor him.
ChapterThirty-Three
Daxton
Earlier, when I returned to the penthouse after leaving Jordan on the couch, I had every intention of being honest with her. I would come clean about being Steel. I knew I would lose her, but it was the right thing to do.
Then I saw her close to naked in that tiny bikini. We fell in the pool together and before I knew it, she was kissing me. Jordan was moaning at my touch and letting me undress her, begging me to have sex with her without a condom. All my self-control snapped, and I had to have her. Ineededto make her mine.
Out of all my fuck ups, this is by far the worst. There’s no doubt I’m going to hell.
But I won’t regret it. At least not tonight. She’s mine for this one night, then I’ll deal with the repercussions in the morning.
I watch my fingertips trace the curve of Jordan’s hip as she lies naked on the daybed with me. She’s a perfect silhouette in the dark night, with only the blue pool light glowing across her skin. A thin gleam of moisture covers her body, though I can’t tell if it’s water from the pool or sweat from the orgasm I just gave her. Now that I’ve had her body, I’m not sure how I’ll be able to return to the mundane tasks of life. Sex with Jordan is like a drug and I already need more.
A thought enters my mind, that right now as Jordan lies peacefully beside me, my cum is inside her. I’m theonlyman who’s ever come inside her. My cock grows instantly hard again. She makes me so fucking possessive of her.
“Jordan,” I whisper, stroking my fingers through her dark hair. “Let me run you a warm shower and take care of you.”
“As long as you’re joining me, that sounds perfect.”
I lift her off the daybed. Her legs find their way around my waist and I kiss her again, carrying her straight for my bathroom. Keeping Jordan tight in my arms, I turn on the hot water in the shower. As steam fills the room, I shut the shower door behind us and gently lower Jordan’s feet to the ground, guiding her beneath the rainfall showerhead. My dick aches as I watch the water trickle down her body. Needing a distraction, I pump liquid soap and lather it in my hands, then massage it onto Jordan’s shoulders.
Her eyelids tip shut. “Your hands feel so nice.”
Slowly, I work my way down her arms. I can’t stop looking at her breasts, desperate to take her peaked nipples in my mouth. A sigh travels from her lips when my hands glide over her breasts. Heading farther south, I kneel in front of Jordan, kissing her thighs as I work the soap into her legs.
My hands pause and I take a moment to admire her beauty, the hot water cascading down the curves of her body. My gaze catches between Jordan’s legs at my cum leaking out of her. Fuck. I brought Jordan into the bathroom to clean her up, but there’s no way I can wash my cum off her.
“You stopped,” she murmurs.
I clear my throat and rise to my feet. “I was enjoying the sight.”
She looks up at me and laughs. “You’re staring.”
“Your body is perfection, that’s why.”
I glide my fingers over the colorful tattoos on her arm. The ink is a mixture of beautiful burlesque women, love hearts, and sugar skulls.
“I love your tattoos. Everything about you is a turn on,” I say. She smiles at my words, dropping her head at my praise. I lift her chin and bring her lips back to mine. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”
Jordan places a hand on my chest, gently pushing a small gap between us. “I hope this isn’t a mood killer but... you told me your ex cheated on you. I’m trying to figure out how she could have done that. I think you might be my perfect guy, Daxton, in every sense.”
Not a mood killer at all. Nothing can ruin how connected I feel to Jordan in this moment. I continue massaging her shoulders, unsure how to respond with words. If only she knew the truth, that I’m far from perfect. But I’m not going to dwell on that tonight.
“What happened between you and your ex?” Jordan asks. “If your sex life was anything like the way we had sex by the pool, I don’t understand how she had a wandering eye.”
