Page 118 of Pucking Rebound
“Does that make you wet for me?”
“Everything you do makes me wet, Jordan,” I say on a low breathy moan, clawing at his tie to remove it. “Take this off, take it all off.” I love his body. It’s powerful and athletic, each muscle defined as if carved from the finest of marble. I can’t keep my hands off him.
Heading north, he kisses the valley between my boobs, licking his way up my chest, nipping at the skin of my neck, before moving to the area he knows I love behind my ear.
He stands to his full height, takes his tie off, then unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt before pulling it up over his head in that sexy way he does, which makes me melt into a puddle.
Torturing me, he takes his time to unbuckle his belt, letting his dress pants fall to sit on his hips, revealing he’s not wearing any boxers.
His mouth quirks up to the side because he can probably smell how turned on I am.
Our bodies don’t just crave one another, they complement each other like chocolate and strawberries, honey and tea, milk and cookies.
We just work.
Moving to the button of his pants, he undoes it, then slowly lowers the zip to reveal the well-trimmed sprinkle of hair that leads from his belly button down to his already hard cock.
Muscles flexing, he lets them drop to the floor and steps out of them, pulling off his socks and pushing his clothes aside with his foot.
Standing wide, he begins fisting himself slowly.
“Off.” He points to my jeans, then cups his balls as he continues to fuck himself with his hand.
Peeling them from my body, I’m left standing in only my delicate royal blue thong with the tiny yellow bows on each hip that match my bra.
“You’re wearing my team colors.” The corners of his mouth lift as if pleased with my choice of lingerie.
“I’m your biggest fan, Jordan Miller.” I twirl a lock of hair around my finger.
Staring at his thick length, I lick my lips in anticipation. I want him inside me, but I want to taste him first.
I drop to my knees before him.
He grins down at me. “Will you let me fuck your face, pretty girl?”
I run my hands up his firm thighs, making the hairs on his legs stand to attention, and I nod. “Yes.”
Still holding onto his cock, he taps the head against my lips and I push my tongue out to taste the salty precum beading at the tip. I groan as my body comes alive, every nerve tingling with excitement at being with him again.
“Open,” he commands, stroking himself back and forth.
I drop my mouth open and stick out my tongue for him to rub himself against.
When he removes his hand from his shaft, I take over and suck him into my mouth, gagging when he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, baby, that feels good.”
He places both of his hands on either side of my head and fucks my mouth, thrusting hard, bucking against my lips with wild abandon.
Circling the head of his cock with my tongue, I struggle to breathe around his length. Drool spills from my lips because I can’t swallow.
Jordy grows harder with each stroke, and I try to take him deeper, moaning at how turned on I am getting, my panties now soaked through with arousal.
“Fucking look at the way you take me, dirty girl.” His fingers root into my hair, holding me in place.
I groan in response, liking how rough he’s being with me.
“Yeah, suck it. Just like that.” His relentless thrusts make me gag, sending tears spilling down my face, which only seems to add to our enjoyment.
