Page 15 of A Million Times, Yes
But I still responded, “Don’t tease me, Maya.”
“I’m not.” She traced my hard-on, back and forth, her touch far lighter than a pump. “The chance of me getting pregnant is beyond slim—I can give you the stats. I happen to know them.” She laughed. “I’ve been tested, and all is good there.”
I lifted her into my arms and placed her pussy over the bulge in my shorts. “Same.”
She held our mouths close together. “Then fuck me.”
Chapter Four
Maya
My order—“Then fuck me”—was still ringing through my ears as I looked at Jordan from where he was holding me to the wall in a dimly lit corner under the bridge. I didn’t know where all this sexual courage had come from. I’d never done anything like this before—certainly never in public where anyone could see me—but Jordan was bringing it out in me. He was making me not want to wait a second longer for him to pull down his shorts and thrust inside me.
Maybe it was because I was ready to experience this man’s power.
Maybe the lack of good sex in my life had gotten to my brain and was causing me to make rash decisions.
At this moment, it didn’t matter. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my arms locked behind his neck, and his hard-on was resting against me.
I was already impressed with him. From the way he’d lifted me as though I weighed nothing. From how he kissed my neck, making my skin break out in the worst case of goose bumps I’d ever had. From how he licked my fingers after I’d touched myself.
And now, as his face got closer, stopping when he was only inches away, I could feel him everywhere. A buzzing that ignited all the nerves in my body. That made me want to wiggle. That made me achingly wet.
“You want me to fuck you ...”
His breath hit my face, and oh God, even that smelled good.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Do you want to know what’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard?” He adjusted himself, and the softness of his tip brushed me, telling me his dick was no longer in his shorts.
“What?”
“Hearing you beg for me. It’s like you already know what you’re going to get and you can’t wait to have it.”
“You’re right, I can’t.”
“Can I tell you something, Maya?”
I spread my fingers across his scruffy cheeks. “Yes.”
“You’re perfect.”
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. It took no more than a few seconds before I was moaning. That was the kind of magic he had over me. Simply parting my lips and sliding in his tongue, and he had me panting.
Lost.
Enthralled in his presence and body.
A feeling that was so incredible, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. If there was someone walking by, I wouldn’t know. If there was someone shouting my name, I wouldn’t hear them.
Jordan owned every part of me.
And when he pushed me even harder against the wall to shift, freeing up enough room so that he could aim his hard-on at my entrance, I found myself unable to breathe as his tip began to slide in.
“Yes!” I gasped.
He didn’t just drive straight into me; he moved gradually, allowing me to take in his width and length.
