Vanessa nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”
He sunk his cock into her, and the sound that filled the room was a mix of both their pleasure. Fuck, she felt so good. Warm, wet, full, and welcoming.
Looking down at her was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. He wished she could have this view. His dick in her warmth, the bright-pink toy in her ass. Her body bowed, her head lolling between her shoulders as she tried valiantly to hold herself up on her forearms.
He stroked his palm down her spine, and she convulsed around him. “Good girl,” he murmured again, pride filling his chest. “So accommodating, so brave. Time for your reward.”
He tugged her back until her arms gave out, and she fell forward onto the mattress. Then he thrust hard, deep, and rhythmically, but he always stayed connected, stroking her hair, murmuring her praise, running his hands along her body.
Vanessa’s moans became louder, choppy, caught between sobbing and trying to catch her breath. When she begged for relief, he rubbed her clit.
His name tore from her, and he gripped her hip hard, ramming into her over and over, until the pressure at the base of his spine screamed. The pressure of the vibratoragainst his dick was heaven. His balls ached, heavy and tender as they slammed against her.
When she buried her face in the comforter, he hovered above her, curling his fingers around her chin, so he could drag her gaze to his. “Don’t hide from me now, princess. Not when I’m about to do something I haven’t done with anyone before and will never do with anyone else.”
Her eyes widened, filled with understanding. She scrambled to her hands, nodding frantically. “Please.”
With a rough grunt, he jerked her upright, her back against his chest, the end of the vibrator buzzing against his lower belly adding fuel to his fire. She reached behind him, clawing her nails into his ass and back.
“That’s it, Vanessa,” he murmured. “Mark me, like I’m about to mark you.”
Her answering whine was impatient. The noises that filled the bedroom were lewd, dirty, and all theirs.
“Jordan,” she whimpered. “I need, ah God, I need?—”
“I know what you need.” He gripped her chin, twisting to kiss her open-mouthed. Wild, greedy. “You need my cum, don’t you?” The ache in his balls was begging to fill her, to plant something lasting inside her. The need to claim her was unbearable. Painful. “Say it,” he grunted. “Tell me you want it.”
“Yes,” she nearly shouted. “Yes, fill me with it. Make me yours. Please. I need it so badly.”
His curse was low, vicious. “You first.” Reaching down, he brushed her clit, and she came, screaming his name.
She quaked around him, her pussy contracting so powerfully that, with one last drive, he was spilling inside her with such ecstasy fireworks burst, all-consuming, blinding him, stealing his breath.
It went on and on, until the scent of their sex was everywhere, and the wetness between them doubled.
“All of it,” she sobbed. “Please, Jordan, I want all of it.”
Fuck, he couldn’t stop pushing inside her. His eyes burned, his muscles quaked, and still he rammed into her. And he knew she loved it. Everything about the way she was responding to him urged him on. Her mewls, her nails scoring his back, her thighs trembling against his.
“That’s it, baby. Take what will only ever belong to you.”
They clung to each other until finally the storm subsided. He was mindful enough to turn off the vibrator, carefully pull it out of her, and toss it on the dresser, before he collapsed on her. His weight must have been crushing, but the starbursts behind his eyes hadn’t faded yet, and he needed a moment to get his bearings.
When he trusted himself to move, he shifted slightly, but she moaned in protest, so he happily stayed slumped on top of her.
“I need to clean you up,” he murmured after another minute, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. This time, when he rolled to the side, she let him.
He gathered her up gently, ignoring her half-hearted protests. Her eyelids sagged, and her head lolled against his chest. She didn’t have the energy to fight him, and they both knew it.
“A quick rinse and right back to bed you go.”
“For round two?” She let out a sleepy yawn, and he smiled.
More like round two hundred at this point, but he was glad she didn’t seem ready to stop. Glad she wasn’t tired of him. Just tired because of him.
He set her down gently in the shower, making sure the outside door was firmly shut. As much as she loved hisoutdoor shower, he wasn’t exposing her to the elements right now. Turning the shower head away from her, he flipped on the water and waited until it warmed.
Her lower stomach and between her thighs glistened with his cum, and without thinking, he scooped some up and glided it back up her thigh, pushing it back inside her. Her shivered response pleased him more than he’d expected.
