Chapter 4 #3
Retrieving a condom from my wallet, I start to undo my belt as I walk towards her, watching as she swings her hips from side to side.
When I round the bed, I realize she’s still in her heels and put my fist to my mouth.
God damn. Ass out, pussy glistening, and heels attached to her feet.
I’ve got a lot of images of Jordan filed away in my memory, perfect for recalling on lonely nights, but this image will soar to the top of the list next time I’m alone.
“Move the chair, Jordan,” I tell her. “We’ll use it later, but right now it’s just going to get in my way.”
As she complies with my request, I unbutton my shirt, peeling it off to leave me bare chested.
I watch every move she makes while I pop the button of my jeans and work the fly.
My cock bursts free which causes me to groan audibly.
It’s enough relief that my eyes briefly close, opening in a flash when I feel a warm breath against my stomach.
Jordan is kneeling in front of me, and fuck, while it’s a sight I want to enjoy, now is not the time for her to suck my cock. Not unless she wants this to last all of two seconds.
“No,” I tell her firmly. “Get up. You can suck my cock later, once I’ve rubbed your cum all over it. That way you get to see just how good you taste and why I want my face between your thighs.”
Her eyes flash defiantly at me. For a moment, I wonder if she’ll challenge me, but then she gets up, and without me telling her, turns around and bends over, looking at me through the mirror.
It takes me seconds to sheath myself and then I’m stepping up to her, my pants and boxers around my thighs, shoes still on.
I don’t give a fuck. To give us both what we need, I don’t need to be undressed.
Hell, if I knew I wasn’t going to work up a sweat, I probably wouldn’t have taken my shirt off.
Meeting Jordan’s eyes in the mirror, a smile slowly creeps onto my lips as I grip my cock and slide it along her slit. Her hips press backwards, but I refuse to give either of us what we so desperately want, even though my cock is begging me for it.
My free hand comes down and cracks her ass with a good slap.
Her reaction is exactly what I want. Gasping, she rears up from the sting and I surge forward, my cock sinking into her pussy as her thighs hit the desk hard.
I pause, not to give her time to adjust, but to see what she does.
Whether I’m too rough, or whether it’s just enough.
“Can you take it, Jor? How do you want it, Fireball?”
Her eyes are wide in the mirror and there’s tension in her body, but then she blinks, and I can feel her relax before she pushes back against me. She can see the question in my eyes. The permission I’m asking for without words.
“Just like that. Don’t be gentle,” she says, hinging further at the waist to give me the same access I had before I thrust inside of her. It makes my cock sink deeper into her gloriously tight pussy. “I’m not a doll, Liam. You won’t break me. Fuck me.”
There’s not a chance in hell I won’t give her what she asks.
Taking her words to heart, I pull nearly all the way out before driving back in, her thighs hitting the desk again.
Giving her ass another smack, I start a grueling tempo as my hips slam into her ass, the sound of our skin slapping together music to my ears.
Pushing down on her back until she’s flat against the desk and we can both see what’s happening, I know she’s as lost in the sight as I am as I punish her tight cunt. She feels like she was made to be wrapped around my cock, squeezing my length like a fucking vice with each rough stroke.
“Fuck, Jor. You’re such a good girl. My fucking girl. My Fireball. Fuck, you feel so good,” I praise her, wrapping her hair around my fist. “So fucking tight, but so fucking wet. I’m gonna punish this pussy all damn night.”
Without warning I jerk her upright by the hair, eliciting a gasping moan.
My free hand moves from her hip to the apex of her thighs.
Moving my hips at this new angle, I use two fingers against her clit while she cries out, her walls constricting around my cock as an orgasm washes over her.
My name is on her lips again, and I clench my jaw, willing myself not to bust right then and there as she rides out her orgasm.
She’s hardly taken a full breath when I’m bending her over the desk again, both hands coming to her hips for the leverage I need to pound into her as I race to the finish.
It's not long before my balls tighten and my body spasms, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. The kind of freight train carrying all the pleasure in the god damn world. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I spill into the condom, bowed over Jordan’s back, my fingers digging roughly into her hips.
Minutes pass, both of us breathing heavily, before I hear Jordan’s voice below me. “Liam?”
I grunt, incapable of anything more.
“I’m gonna need us to do that again.”
A smile tugs one half of my mouth up, and I press it against her back before rising enough that I can look at her in the mirror. “What did I tell you earlier?”
An eyebrow perks up at me through the reflective glass.
“I told you I was going to show you how fucking perfect you were,” I tell her, smirking. “Don’t you know practice makes perfect?”