Page 29 of Pucking Rebound
He lays a path of kisses across my jaw, then down my neck as my needy hips tilt upward, my pussy throbbing with desire.
Having flirted with one another all night, I don’t want to draw this out and I know that whatever happens tonight will stay between us. “I want you,” I say, my voice full of longing.
Chuckling darkly, he disappears down my body and stops mid-thigh. “As much as I like you wearing my clothes, take the shirt off.” He kisses my inner thigh, then the other as his fingertips tickle my skin, grazing my calves as he explores my body.
“Off,” he commands when I don’t make a move. “Now.” He eases himself off the bed with a determined look on his face and switches on the light on the nightstand.
Usually full of smiles and chatter, this is a different side of Jordy I’m seeing, and I like how demanding he’s being with me, bossing me around. I want to do everything he tells me to and be a good girl for him.
Reaching for the hem, I pull it up to my stomach, fully exposing my pussy to him for the first time in the light.
Tilting his head to the side, his hooded eyes drop down my body. “Spread your legs wide for me.”
I do as he asks, bending my knees and laying my feet flat against the mattress to show him the most sacred part of myself.
“Fucking beautiful. Keep going, Lola. I’m not a patient man.” His fingers hook inside the elasticated waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his hips to reveal his cock that I’ve been desperately wanting to see.
I was right. It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Long and thick, the head angry-looking and dripping with precum.
Shit, will it fit?
He wraps his hand around his shaft and fists himself and I’m captivated with how beautiful it looks. I desperately want to taste it, and almost forget that I should be removing my tee shirt as excitement rises, and a rush of arousal floods between my thighs.
Jordy growls my name making goosebumps scatter across my skin before he tells me to, “Take. It. Off.” He brushes his fingers up my leg as if encouraging me to focus on his instruction.
Watching me, to ensure I’m doing as I’m told, he walks to the side of the bed and picks up his phone as I bow my back, then pull his tee shirt over my head, removing it fully.
One hand on his phone with the other still stroking himself, Jordy licks his lips, as the dark pop-rock sounds of Chase Atlantic’s “Into It” fills the room.
“Holy shit, that’s sexy.”
“You like it?” Jordy asks before the room is flooded in deep caramel brown lighting at the same time as he turns down the volume to a soft thrum, setting the mood.
I push myself up onto my elbows and look around, enjoying the slowly changing color of lights to deep violet then white, and back again. “You’re like a real-life Valentino.”
“Never fucked to music before?”
I shake my head before he places his phone on the nightstand and makes his way back to the foot of the bed. “You’ll never want to have sex any other way after tonight.”
He’s going to ruin me for every other man. I’m certain that’s his plan.
He crawls between my legs, making my heart dance with a cocktail of delight, desire, and anticipation.
Taking his time, he kisses every inch of my body, knocking my legs open with his knees to accommodate him.
In every way, he’s huge. His presence, muscles, personality, his cock.
My pussy may not make it through the night he has planned for it.
He kisses my pelvic bone and I moan, praying he’s heading south again. Instead, he moves up and flicks my hardened nipple with his tongue before licking the other as he teases, then pulls it between his teeth, sending a shockwave of pleasure to my pussy.
“Fucking beautiful,” he mumbles against my skin.
Running the tip of his tongue around the outer edge of my nipple, he takes it fully into his mouth then bites it much harder this time, and I almost scream in pleasure from how good it feels.
Pinching my other nipple between his deft fingers, he tortures me, licking and sucking my boobs until I’m uncontrollably writhing underneath him.
“That’s so good,” I whisper, every hair on my body stands on end as if begging for his attention.
