“Fuck me,” I muttered, my gaze raking over her. “Look at you…waiting for me like you knew I’d come home, needing this.”
Her eyes met mine, and then she was moving. She closed the distance in two steps, a fire blazing in her gaze. Her perfect, filthy mouth was already on mine, and her fingers were tangled in my hair, as if she couldn’t bear another moment without touching me.
“Jordan,” she said, “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard I won’t even remember my own name.”
I groaned against her lips. “Yeah? You enjoyed seeing me today? You wanna fuck a winner?”
She grabbed my shirt with both fists, pulling me toward her like she needed more. We stumbled back, and I slammed her into the wall, her body hot and alive against mine. Fuck, that probably hurt. She gasped, but didn’t push me away.
My hands were under her dress before I could even register it, sliding up those thighs I’d dreamed about all day. Needing her more than I needed air. “This little fucking dress is gonna be in pieces by the time I’m done with you,” I rasped, hooking a finger under the delicate strap and yanking until it tore clean off. Her perky fucking tits spilled into my hands.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I muttered into her neck. “All fucking day.”
She moaned, dragging my shirt up off my torso, pulling me closer, her lips finding mine again. “Then do something about it.”
“Fuck, Kate…condom?”
“No time,” she panted. “I’m on the pill. Jordan, fuck…just do it.” Every nerve in my body fired at once. I lifted her higher, my hard, aching cock pressing against her as if it already knew the way. Her thighs locked around my waist, and her back hit the wall harder this time, picture frames rattling. With one hand, I tugged her underwear aside. I didn’t wait. I couldn’t possibly wait.
I pushed my shorts down just enough, fisted my throbbing cock at the base, and notched it in her entrance. I thrust inside her in one hard, brutal stroke.
She cried out, loud, and my knees almost gave out.Jesus.Nothing prepared me for the feeling of being inside her bare, hot pussy that was so fucking wet for me, I thought I’d lose it in seconds. I gritted my teeth and thrust again, harder this time. I couldn’t stop myself. Her fingers scraped down my back, as if she were trying to hold on. It hurt like fuck, but I liked the burn, her mark she left on me.
“Feel that?” I growled in her ear. “I’ll fill you so deep you won’t remember your own name…just mine.”
“Jordan…oh my God…”
I caught her wrist and pinned a hand above her head, the other one trailing firmly down her throat while she held on to me with her legs. I wanted to see how far I could take her. I fucked her like I was trying to fuck her through the wall. We weren’t gentle. We weren’t careful. We were desperate. My cock slammed into her tight little pussy as if we were made of fire.
With every thrust, her back thumped the wall harder. Her gasps turned into breathless laughter, like she was enjoying matching me thrust for thrust.
“You’re unreal,” I growled, my voice nothing but gravel. “So fucking wet for me. You wanted this, wanted my cock, didn’t you?”
She arched her back, head tilted, mouth open in a moan that undid me.
“I want all of it,” she gasped. “All of you.”
“Then scream for me. Scream my fucking name, Kate, so that everyone knows exactly who you’re fucking.”
I drove into her like she was the only thing that mattered. “Ahh…fuck, Jordan…harder.” This woman was insane. I couldn’t fuck her harder than I already was, andstillshe needed more. I could feel her grip getting tighter; she was close. Her hot, wet heat was tightening around my cock, practically strangling me. And when she camescreaming my name, I followed her over the edge, spilling everything I had inside her.
When it was over, we didn’t move. We were breathing heavy like we’d just been in a fight, not fucking. I still had her wrist pinned to the wall, and when I finally eased out and released my grip, I had to walk away. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t look at her. My pulse was hammering and fuck…for a second I wasn’t sure how far I’d taken it. How far I’d crossed a line. ?I dragged a hand over my face and tried to take air in.
???That’s when I heard her ragged, breathless laugh. ?I immediately turned. ?She was still against the wall, dress bunched, strap torn, hair a wild mess. Her tits were still heaving, my cum dripping down her bare thigh, and her mouth curved into the dirtiest little smirk I’d ever seen.
?A stunned laugh escaped me. “What the fuckwasthat?”
Her grin curled slowly and wickedly. “That was a man who just made the Wimbledon final.”
“Fuck, woman. Look at you. Wrecked and dripping for me. That’s exactly how I want you.”
I picked her up again, carried her to the couch, and collapsed with her still wrapped around me like we hadn’t quite finished yet. For a long time, we couldn’t speak. Because in all honesty, there were no words that could explain how I felt for this woman.
Chapter Nineteen
Kate
Wakingup in Jordan Taylor’s bed almost every day this week hadn’t exactly been the plan. Then again, neither had tripping headfirst into whatever this was and enjoying it far more than I should have.
