54. Jordan
Chapter Fifty-Four
Jordan
Fuck.
She said yes. This stunning, clever, infuriatingly sexy woman said yes to being my wife.
I couldn’t stop myself as I scooped her up under her thighs and into my arms with a grin. She squealed, laughing as her arms locked around my neck.
“Jordan!” She giggled. “You fool, what are you doing?”
“Oh, babe,” I muttered against her throat, nipping her neck. “You just agreed to be my wife. There isn’t a thing I won’t be doing to you tonight.”
Her laugh turned into a gasp as I tightened my hold and started walking.
I carried her all the way back to the villa, kissing her neck the entire time.
Each one sent a bolt of heat straight through me, settling low and hard.
All I could see as we made our way back was the ring I’d given her catching in the sunset.
I practically kicked the door open, threw her gently on the bed like I’d been waiting to do it all day. We were both breathless. Her dress had ridden up, the straps falling off her shoulders like she was already halfway unwrapped for me.
Fuck. I’d never wanted her more.
Her chest was rising and falling, breasts straining against the bodice, rounder than ever. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen from a the roughness of my own. She looked wild.
This was the woman carrying my child. My fiancée. My soon-to-be wife. I dropped to my knees on the edge of the bed, pushed her flat on her back, and claimed her mouth deeply.
She moaned as my hand slid between her thighs, and fuck me. “No underwear?” I rasped. “You were ready for this, were you, Mrs Taylor?”
Her head tipped back with a filthy little moan. “Say that again.”
“What?” I murmured, trailing kisses down her jaw, my fingers stroking her always wet, swollen pussy. “Mrs Taylor? You like the sound of that, babe?”
“Mhm.” Her voice was breathy.
I pulled back just enough to look at her face. “Well, I like the sound you’re making whilst my fingers are teasing your pussy right now.”
I circled her clit with my thumb as I slid a finger inside her, then another, and holy fuck, she was dripping for me. Her hips rolled into it, greedily. She didn’t hold back anymore. Not with me.
“Don’t come yet,” I whispered, moving down and kissing the soft skin of her stomach. “I need to taste you when you do.”
I pushed her dress up over her hips, then stripped it off entirely. I had to pause for a second just to take her in. She was propped up on her elbows, knees parted wide open, bare, beautiful, and swollen with my child.
I swear I growled. Then I buried my face between her thighs and ravaged her like she deserved.
My tongue found her clit and flicked it over and over, then slowed, circling it with the kind of precision that made her gasp. She fisted my hair, grinding up into my face.
“You fucking bastard,” she choked out as I hit every single spot.
I smiled against her skin. “I know you, Katie. Every fucking inch of you.”
I sucked on her clit and pumped two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Her moans got louder, sharper. I knew she was close.
“You can scream, babe,” I rasped. “There’s no one here but me.”
Her body locked tight, thighs trembling as I pushed her right over the edge.
“F-fuck…Jordan,” she cried, her back arching as she came hard, wet and perfect around my fingers.
I didn’t stop until her legs were twitching and she collapsed flat on the bed, breathless.
She lay there for a moment with her arm slung across her eyes, breathing hard.
I’d started moving up the bed on my knees toward her, when suddenly she got up and shoved me by my shoulders.
“Jesus babe,” I said, letting her. Letting her shove me back against the headboard with a wicked little smirk on her face as she practically climbed me like a tree.
“Oh, you think you’re the big shot around here, do you?” she asked, tugging at the waistband of my boxers.
My eyebrows hit my hairline. “Fuck.”
“Why are these still on?” she murmured, slipping her hand inside and pulling my cock out…hard, leaking, and dying for her.
She pushed the shorts down my legs, then kissed her way down my chest, slow and filthy, taking her time. When she flicked her hair back and looked up at me, my cock twitched.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Maybe I need to propose to you every day.”
She slung her leg over me, straddling me now. The image of her was like every fantasy I’d ever had. I didn’t get much time to take her in fully before she grinned and rolled her hips down over mine, sinking onto my cock with a gasp. Tight, and warm, and fucking perfect.
My eyes nearly rolled back. “Holy shit…I want to ruin you tonight.”
“Big talk for a man who’s not in control of his cock right now,” she rasped, grinding down again, deeper this time. Her hands were planted on my chest, her hair spilling around us. She rode me slow and dirty at first, then faster, chasing her high, taking what she needed.
She gasped as she rode me faster, her hands braced against my chest, tits bouncing with every movement. My fingers gripped her hips so tight I was sure I’d leave marks.
And Jesus, I swear she wanted me to.
She was riding me like she owned me, and fuck, now she did. The way her pussy clenched around me, slick and tight and perfect, dragging me right to the edge.
“You trying to finish me, Mrs Taylor?” I rasped, my voice wrecked.
“That’s the idea.” She smirked.
I let my head fall back against the pillows, groaning deep from my chest. “Fuck, look at you. So cock-drunk already. You were made for this, babe.”
“For you,” she breathed, barely holding it together. “I was made for you.”
That was it. My hands shot up to her face, cradling her jaw as I sat up slightly, still buried deep inside her. “You love me?”
She nodded. “So much.”
The kiss I gave her was messy and deep, all tongue, and teeth, and desperation. She whimpered into my mouth as I drove up into her, matching her rhythm.
“You gonna come on my cock like the good girl you are?” I growled against her lips. “Make me feel it?”
“Jordan,” she gasped, her voice breaking.
I felt her tense, that tight little quake I knew so well, and then she shattered around me, crying out my name as she pulsed over me, her thighs trembling.
I held her through it, fucked her through it until I couldn’t take another second. My cock drew tight, and with a filthy grunt, I came hard, spilling inside her with one last thrust so deep I swear I saw stars.
We collapsed into each other, breathless and wrecked, still tangled together. Her face was tucked into my neck, our bodies slick and trembling.
I kissed her temple. “Fuck. I love you.”
“I know,” she whispered. “You show me every time.”
I held her for a moment. “I put a ring on your finger, a baby in you, and you still ride me like that?”
She giggled. “Better get used to it, fiancé.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, kissing her shoulder. “You really are going to ruin me.”