“We did a lot of fucking last night.” Her forehead dropped to his shoulder.
The stroking of his fingers around her slick, sensitive flesh was torturous.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had this much attention.”
“I can stop.”
When his fingers slowed, she locked her legs around his hips to keep him in place. “Don’t you dare.” She caught his gaze. “But maybe, go easy.”
“Easy?”
“Yeah.”
He shoved his sweatpants down to his thighs and brought the head of his cock to her entrance, teasing it around her opening before stroking it gently around her engorged clit in small circles. Electric currents fired through her.
“Like this?” His voice was a low rasp that she felt in her core.
“Uh-huh,” she panted.
He pushed the head in. “How’s that?” His voice was a gravelly whisper.
“Go-good,” she managed. “So good.”
Slowly, he slid his hand up her shirt again, caressing her breast as he pushed inside her even more. “Now?” His voice was thicker, like he was struggling for control.
“Jordan.” His name was a long, drawn-out plea for relief. He was torturing them both. “Give me all of it.”
He flashed a wicked little grin. “But you said go easy.”
She shook her head ferociously. “I changed my mind. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”
His laugh sent her heart tumbling toward a free fall.
“Do it,” she demanded.
“Greedy this morning.” But he did as she asked, pumping his hips once, then twice, until he was all the way in.
“Oh, fuck.” Her head fell back. “You’re so big.” Her body stretched deliciously for him. The ache was exquisite, the perfect pull between pleasure and pain. She’d come like this, without him even touching her clit. She could feel it. All of her insides were lit up, ready to explode. She only needed the fuel. “Harder,” she begged, wiggling her hips.
Bracing himself against the counter, he slammed into her again and again, his face contorted. Passion burned in his eyes.
“My baby likes it hard?” he rasped. “Even when she’s sore.”
Threading his fingers through her hair, he tugged at the strands as he thrust harder. “I’ll make you come like this because you asked for it, but when we’re done, you’re going to let me spend the rest of the day taking care of you. Understood?”
Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head with all the pleasure consuming her. No, it wasn’t pleasure. That was too gentle a word for the fireworks crackling through her body, the explosion of color firing behind her lids, the intensity building in her lower belly. “So close, oh God, don’t stop.”
“Not God, princess. This dirty fucking only comes from me.” Wrapping her hair around his fist, he dragged her mouth to his for a scorching kiss, his tongue thrusting in time with his hips.
Their bodies were nothing more than sweat-slicked skin, writhing in ecstasy. When his thumb found her over sensitized clit, it only took a single stroke to throw her over the edge.
Her legs trembled around his hips, her fingernails dug into his shoulders scoring him, and her lips tore from his a second before a scream ripped from her throat.
She hadn’t screamed during sex. Ever. But here she was, her throat raw, lungs heaving from the marathon gasping she’d done. Technicolor engulfed the room, stars burst around her, angels sang, and her pussy contracted to the tune of a symphony around Jordan’s gigantic dick.
And as he’d done every time they’d been together, he pulled out seconds before he came, finishing himself with his hand as hot liquid landed all over her still-shaking thighs.
Bracing himself with one hand on the counter, he reached behind her for a paper towel. “I’m sorry,” he said, breathless. “I keep making a mess of you.”
