Chapter 22 Jordan #2
The sensation is new and shocking and so fucking good.
He keeps licking me there, and his wet tongue pushes gently inside me. I moan into the sheets, my fingers gripping the fabric.
No one has ever done this. No one has ever made me feel like this.
"Holy fuck, Matei," I gasp, and he groans against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me.
I arch into his face, and he spreads me wider, fucking my ass with his tongue.
My eyes roll back as this new feeling is almost too much for me.
Jesus, it feels so good.
He pulls back and gives my ass a slap.
"Get on your hands and knees," he commands, his voice rough.
I obey, pushing myself up on all fours, my body trembling with anticipation.
I hear him taking off his pants, and I look back.
He's completely naked. My ripped, model-looking Romanian man is standing there like a Renaissance statue, the flawless male specimen.
He smiles as I take him in.
My eyes drop right to his cock. It's perfect and huge. The tip is covered in precum, and the desire to have him in my mouth is the only thought my brain can comprehend.
"Do you want me inside you, fluture?" he asks.
I don't even look up at him. I keep my gaze on his throbbing dick and lick my lips.
"Yes, I do."
He smiles and then gets back onto the bed, and I look forward, lowering my head.
I feel the bed dip behind me, and then his hands are on my hips, gripping me tightly.
"Go slow," I say. Having just seen how large he is, I know this is going to hurt.
"Don't worry, baby, I've got you," he says.
He slides his cock up and down, using my wetness as lubricant, and then pushes forward, his tip entering me.
I take deep breaths, and he pushes in a little more.
I try to stop a moan, but I can't.
"You okay?" he asks, and I nod.
He slides in a little more.
Damn, he's huge. So big it borders on pain, stretching me in ways I've never been stretched before.
But it feels so fucking good.
He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and then comes back in, going deeper this time.
I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets.
He pauses for a moment, pulls out again, and then he fills me in one slow thrust, and I scream, the sensation overwhelming.
"Fuck, baby, I'm all the way in. You feel amazing," he says.
He stays still for a moment as my body adjusts to him. The stretching and burning slowly start to subside, and pleasure takes its place.
"Okay," I say and rock my hips, giving him permission to start fucking me.
He stays still and, with his hands on my hips, guides me back and forth, each time feeling him more and more.
"Look at you," he says as he starts to gently thrust into me. "You take me so well. You were meant for me, Jordan."
I moan and feel my body relaxing, my pussy so tight around his cock.
"You feel like heaven, baby," he says and starts to pick up the pace.
The fullness of him catches me off guard. I've never felt so stretched and full before. It actually makes me want more of him.
I start rocking my hips, the pain fully gone now as pure ecstasy washes over me.
He falls into a rhythm and sets a brutal pace now, pounding into me, each thrust driving me higher.
"Say it," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," I gasp, my voice breaking. "I'm yours, Matei."
"Again," he demands, slamming into me harder.
"I'm yours!" I scream, pleasure coiling tight in my belly.
He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, while one hand reaches around to cup my breast.
"No one else will ever touch you," he says, his voice dark and possessive. "No one else will ever see you like this. You belong to me forever, fluture. Only me."
"Only you," I say and turn my head to the side and kiss him, moaning into his mouth.
He straightens up and grabs my hair, pulling it. With his other hand, he smacks my ass hard as he continues to slam into me, making me feel every inch of his cock.
He then reaches around and starts rubbing my clit.
The combination of him pulling my hair, him inside me, and now that, I instantly feel another orgasm rising in me, but this one is deep from within.
With each tug, with each thrust, I realize this feels different because this climax is all my emotions, all my unspoken and reserved thoughts, coming out.
It's as if every moment that led up to me being fucked by him was meant to be, and that there was no other outcome once he stepped foot into that club.
My body tenses, my mind goes black, and electricity and fire run through my body.
I scream.
The orgasm crashes over me, white-hot and blinding, my body convulsing as stars fill my vision.
I shake as he grinds into me and I ride his cock, taking every ounce out of the best damn orgasm I've had in my life.
I wipe the hair off my face and take deep breaths.
He only slows down for a moment and then starts to speed up again.
I feel him twitching inside me, growing even thicker. I look back at him and see pure lust in his eyes and beads of sweat dripping down across his abs.
The look alone almost makes me come again.
I bite my lip as he starts to slam into me again. His thrusts start to become more erratic, and his breathing becomes ragged.
He's going to come.
Wait, oh shit.
He's not wearing a condom.
"Don't finish inside me," I say.
After a few more thrusts, he pulls out suddenly, and I hear him growl.
I turn my head and see him standing at the edge of the bed, stroking himself, his eyes locked on me.
I spin around and crawl to the floor and kneel in front of him as he's still stroking his hard cock.
I reach up, gripping his wrist.
"Come on my face," I say, breathless, and his eyes go wide.
He then strokes faster and groans, deep and guttural, and comes.
Hot ropes of cum hit my face, my lips, my chin, and I close my eyes, feeling it drip down.
I lick my lips, tasting some of it.
When he's finished, I open my eyes and look up at him.
He's staring at me, his chest heaving, his expression dark and possessive.
I drag my fingers through the cum on my face, scooping it up, and push it into my mouth.
I taste him fully now, salty and sweet, and I moan, savoring it.
His eyes darken even further.
I lean forward and take his cock into my mouth, tasting both of us, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head.
He groans, his hand tangling in my hair.
I suck him gently, pulling all his cum out of his cock, and then I pull back, licking my lips.
"If I'm yours," I say and wrap my hands around his shaft, "then this is mine."