Page 16 of A Million Times, Yes
A size that was extremely impressive.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he hissed, our lips still aligned. “Goddamn it, Maya. You have one hell of a pussy.”
He fed me. Inch by inch. And I clung to him, holding on, not to keep myself from falling—because I didn’t get the sense he would ever let that happen—but to keep myself present. My mind was wrapping me in pleasure, my body in sensations, and I was falling right into both.
“Ah,” I exhaled once he stilled, which told me I finally had all of him.
He didn’t move.
He stayed just like that, frozen, holding me with such force, I even felt his desire in his fingertips.
“I should probably tell you not to break me.” I tightened my grip around his neck. “But honestly, I want you to.”
“Is that what you really want?” His question vibrated against my lips.
The best sex of my life. Yes, I wanted that, and I was fully prepared to experience it.
And there was no doubt in my mind that it was about to happen.
“Yes, Jordan, that’s what I want.” My nails found his shoulders, muscles that were bulging and rock hard. “Please.” The only thing I wished for was a view of his body, because I could guarantee it was spectacular. “I want you—”
He cut me off with a buck of his hips as he reared back and slammed into me.
“Fuck!” I shouted, unable to hold in my response, and once that came out, more moaning followed.
“You have no idea how fucking wet you are.”
But I did.
I could feel it.
I wasn’t just turned on by him. It was as if my body was obsessed.
And every time he drifted back and buried in, he felt even better.
Because Jordan was different from the others. He didn’t just punch through the movements, establishing a pattern that attempted to beat an orgasm out of me.
He arched upward.
He twisted his ass.
He hit my walls to add in that needed friction.
“Oh my God!” I tried to draw in air and couldn’t. “Jordan! Fuck!”
Who was this man?
A machine?
A damn sex god?
Someone who knew my body better than me?
“I wish you knew how good this feels.” He positioned his face close to mine. “How your pussy—fuck, there just isn’t anything like it.” He gave me several more plunges. “If you keep tightening around me like that, you’re going to make me come.”
“I can’t help it.” My insides were pulsing, veering toward an orgasm. I was doing everything I could to hold it off. “I’ve stopped myself from coming three times already.”
“Don’t stop yourself. I want to hear you come. I want to fucking feel it.”
