6. Jordan #2
My back shoots off the bed as pleasure rockets through me. He slides his hands down to my hips, pinning me to the bed and growling into my pussy. I’m teetering on the edge, curling my toes, fisting his hair, and crying out.
I scream his name and thrash as a brutal orgasm rips through me. I feel unhinged, fucking his face like a wild animal, but he holds me in place, licking me clean.
“Goddamn,” Huxley grunts, as out of breath as I am.
He stands and fumbles with the button on his jeans, practically ripping his clothes off while I stare at his dick. It’s intimidatingly massive, much like the rest of him.
“Touch yourself,” he grits.
“W-what?” I whisper.
Huxley groans and fists his cock, pumping his hand up and down. “Spread those legs, pretty girl, and play with your cunt. Fuck, do it now.”
My body responds to his command before my brain can catch up. I slide my hand down my torso and dip my fingers into my throbbing pussy, circling my clit.
“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect. So beautiful. My sweet, sexy girl.”
My chest swells with pride at his praise, and warm liquid spills over my fingers. “I need you,” I whimper, blurring my fingers over my bundle of nerves.
My other hand moves to my breast, pinching my nipple like Huxley did. I squeeze my eyes shut and bow my back off the bed, nearly coming undone again. Knowing he’s watching me is so freaking hot, even more so when he swears under his breath like he’s barely hanging on too.
“Enough,” Huxley rasps. He swats my hand from my center, replacing it with his. “So hot and wet for me. Gonna make this pussy feel so good, Jordan. I promise to take care of you.”
Huxley climbs onto the bed, scooting me up before settling between my thighs. His thickness slides up and down my cunt as he coats himself in my cream and taps the head of his cock against my sensitive clit.
“I’m the first one to see you like this, right?” he asks, ghosting his fingertips down my side, following the slight dip in my waist and the curve of my hip.
“First and last,” I say before I can think better of it.
“First and fucking last,” Huxley echoes, taking my lips in a searing kiss. “Ready to be mine?” he whispers against my lips.
“So ready,” I nod, kissing him again.
The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and he thrusts his hips, filling me with one long stroke. I cry out and cling to him as he stretches me and holds still, buried inside me.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl. It won’t hurt after this. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he whispers into the shell of my ear before placing soft kisses up and down my neck.
He slides his hand in between us, the rough pad of his thumb circling my clit. I let out a shuddering breath as my pussy pulses around him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans.
“We fit,” I murmur, wiggling my hips. “I know it’s supposed to hurt, but it feels…” I gasp when he pinches my clit, my core clenching and trying to suck him further inside.
“How does it feel?” Huxley asks, starting to move inside me with shallow thrusts.
“Perfect. It feels perfect.”
He growls in approval and pulls out almost all the way before snapping his hips and wedging his thick dick even deeper inside me.
“Fuck me back, baby,” he grits, hitting the end of me with each rough stroke.
I plant my feet on the mattress and spread my legs, lifting my hips and meeting him thrust for thrust. Huxley lets out a tortured groan and kisses down my neck and chest, swirling his tongue over one nipple and then the other.
We get lost in our rhythm, stroke after stroke, kiss after kiss, again and again, until we’re both sweating and shaking. I’m almost there, almost to my breaking point. My sopping pussy grips his cock, trying to keep him inside me, needing that closeness.
Huxley senses my urgent need and grinds down, hitting me so, so deep.
“Yes! Oh god, there, right there, right…” I suck in a breath and hold it as my muscles tense and lock up, preparing for my release.
All at once, my orgasm seizes my body, making me convulse underneath him and claw at his back. I come around his cock, each spasm of my pussy setting off another wave of bliss. Huxley fucks me through it, never giving me a chance to recover as he pounds into me.
“Again,” he demands, hooking a hand under my left knee and lifting it to change the angle.
His dick scrapes along my front wall, hitting that super-sensitive spot with each thrust. I gasp for air as another orgasm ravishes my body, tearing a guttural scream from the very depths of me.
“H-Hux-Huxley…” I stutter, twisting and trembling as he hammers into me and wrings out every drop of pleasure from my bones.
He grunts in response, fucking me so hard, so good, I’m sure I’ll explode into a million pieces. My limbs shake and go numb, but Huxley doesn’t let up. He thrusts into me over and over, rutting into me and seeking his end.
I can hardly move. My body is completely spent and blissed out, but I manage to clench my pussy around him each time he pulls out. His hips jerk, and he shoves his cock so far into me I come again, this time taking him with me over the edge.
Huxley snarls into the side of my neck as his release spills into my spasming cunt. He fills me with his hot, sticky cum until it leaks out of me, trickling over my sensitive skin and making me moan.
He collapses on top of me, his sweat mingling with mine as we come back down. I comb my fingers through his damp hair and rub my cheek against his. This is the most perfect moment of my life.
“Mine too,” Huxley whispers.
I must have said that last part out loud. I smile at his mumbled agreement, loving that I wore him out as much as he did me.
At some point, we need to clean up and get some dinner, especially after all the calories we’ve burned, but this, right here, is everything. I never thought I’d have this with anyone, let alone the sweetest, strongest, sexiest man alive. How did I get so lucky?
Sleep tugs at the corners of my mind as each of my muscles relax, one by one. Huxley grazes his fingers over my skin, soothing every part of me as I drift off into the most blissful sleep I’ve ever experienced.