Chapter 31

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Lola

I lift my hands off the floor and tilt into a more upright position, making him bottom out, which is what I want. I want him to have all of me.

I want him to claim me.

The way my body lights up when his hands are on me, the way he feels inside of me, nothing and no one compares to him.

Wrapping his arm around my waist, the rough heat of his skin on mine, he slides his cock out, then back in, at a pace that could put a sloth to shame. The stretch I felt in the beginning burned for a bit, but it turned into something that felt so good.

Amazing.

In long dreamy strokes, he takes his time, as if imprinting himself into every cell of my body.

“Jordy. Please.” I beg him to go faster.

“You’re not in charge here, Lola. Look at the way you’re taking my cock. Such a good little slut for me. Do you want to please me?” A rush of juices leak out of my pussy, coating my thighs in my excitement.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I decide when you come.” He grabs my hair, pulling my neck back and licks the side of my face, which is such a contrast to the way he then kisses the shell of my ear.

“Your cock feels good inside of me, Jordan.” I might be a strong, confident business woman, capable of running an entire company single-handedly if I had to, but the deep longing I have to be dominated by Jordan feels incredible.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but I want him to own me. It already feels like he does and holds all the keys to my body and soul.

“You like my cock, don’t you, and want more?”

“I want all of you.” Sweat runs between my cleavage. I’m so desperate, I might come from his words alone. My heartbeat is shooting through the roof as emotion builds in my chest.

I want to do this forever with him.

“Play with your clit, baby. Get yourself off.” He kisses my shoulder, then the spot behind my ear. “I’m going to fuck you hard. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I arch my neck backward and rest it against his shoulder as he holds me firmly against every hard inch of him. “Do it.”

I move my hand between my legs and rub my clit, using my own juices. My entire body relaxes into Jordy’s as he really begins moving and fucks my ass.

“That feels so good. Move, faster, please, sir,” I beg, I need to come. I can’t take any more teasing.

“Good girls who ask nicely always get rewarded.” His breaths become harder, his chest moving in and out against my back as he pounds into me faster like I wanted him to and my orgasm builds, curling through my body.

My breathing grows heavier, in time with his, as the fury of his thrusts becomes filled with desperation, punching all the air from my lungs as he stretches me to my limit.

I thrash against him as the sparks between us grow into flames; enough to set fire to a forest.

Our hot, sticky bodies fuse together, and for the first time, there is a quivering pulse in my ass which feels different than anything I’ve ever felt before. He continues to fuck me until I’m thrashing, panting with need, and I can no longer take the pressure building.

“Come for me, baby,” he growls.

“Jordy.” I scream when he pinches my nipple and covers my hand with his to touch my clit, and I go off like a rocket into space.

Panting, unable to form words or do anything, every muscle tenses as the power of my orgasm rages inside of me.

I’m overwhelmed as my orgasm lasts for much longer than any other I’ve had. It’s new and I feel it everywhere, which has tears pricking my eyes, making my head spin as I struggle to breathe.

Jordy roars in my ear loud enough to burst my eardrum. “I’m coming. Oh fuck. Shit. Fuck.”

Reaching back, I lace my hands in his hair and twist my neck to crash his lips against mine. It’s dirty and messy as we continue to shatter into a million pieces together.

“Jesus, Lola.” He bites my bottom lip and slumps forward slightly, obviously exhausted.

“Merry Christmas, Jordan.” I can barely keep my eyes open. That was… unreal.

“Christmas was two days ago,” he mumbles.

I hum when he strokes the skin of my waist, tickling my side. “I didn’t get you anything. That was my present to you.”

“It was the best Christmas present I've ever had. Thank you.”

Catching our breath, we hold each other like this for what seems like forever before he eventually shuffles on his knees behind me. “Move off my cock slowly, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is low and deep, yet soft and full of concern.

Laying his hands on my hips, he gently eases himself out of me, and I hiss at the dull ache.

“Sore?”

“Well, you are a big boy.” I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take him.

“You did so well.” He holds my hips still. “Fuck, that’s sexy. Seeing your ass full of my cum is making me hard again.”

“Can it wait?” I chuckle.

“I’d wait forever for you, I’d fucking mar––” Jordy stops himself, then says something else. “I’ll run you an Epsom salt bath. It will ease the soreness.” He drops a kiss behind my ear before he edges a finger between my pussy lips and pushes it inside me. “Having sex with you every day will never be enough. You look hot as fuck in these hold ups.” He slides his finger from his other hand inside the top of the lace, snapping the fabric against my thigh.

“They hold in the wobble.” I suck in a breath when he pumps his finger in and out of my pussy.

“You don’t wobble. You are fucking beautiful. And I will tell you that until it finally sinks into your pretty head.”

“Jordan.” I moan his name, as another impending orgasm makes its appearance, the heat burning deep in my core.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you and want to fuck you every minute of every day. You gonna come for me again, baby?”

“Yes.” I throw my head back when he pinches my clit between his deft fingers while continuing to finger fuck me with his other hand.

I will never be able to give this up.

Never be able to give him up.

I don’t want to.

But I don’t think I’ll have a choice.