“I’m not teasing, sweetheart,” he assured her. “I definitely intend to deliver.”
His hand pressed beneath her thigh, lifting it until her leg folded over his shoulder.
Tehya’s breath caught. Pleasure lashed through her system with the power of a whip, striking against her swollen, sensitive clit and causing her hips to jerk involuntarily.
Heated and damp, his tongue flicked over the tiny bundle of nerves as she felt his fingers slowly rim the clenched entrance to her pussy.
Her fingers tunneled into his hair, gripping the strands as she strained closer, her lashes drifting closed while shattering waves of sensation washed through her body. She felt drugged by the sens
ations, pulled into a dazed state of sensory overload that she needed to leave.
“There, baby, just lay back there and let me have you.” His free hand slid up her torso, callused fingertips finding the hard tip of a nipple and gripping it in an erotic vise.
A convulsive wave of electric pleasure tore through her, her body jerking with the extremity of it. Her pussy tightened and clenched, her juices weeping from the entrance as his fingers slid in, rasping against the delicate inner muscles as he caressed nerve endings grown ultra sensitive.
His tongue licked, probed, and caressed her clit as pleasure built in a burning arc that threatened to consume her.
Her nails dug into his scalp as she tried to get closer to the burning caress of his tongue circling her swollen clit.
The slow, measured strokes of his fingers fucking inside her pussy had deep, desperate cries rising in her chest as she thrust up to meet his fingers. She fought to gain a deeper, harder thrust inside her clenched vagina, a firmer, hotter pressure against her clit.
“Jordan, please.” The whispered need was rife was desperation as lips eased from her swollen flesh while his fingers slide from the tight grip of her pussy.
Her lashes lifted, watching in dazed anticipation as Jordan gripped the heavy weight of his cock and rose between her thighs.
The thick head pressed against the folds as his lips moved to the tender tips of her breasts. The combined sensations rocking and exploding through her with rapid-fire percussion.
As he sucked the tight tip into his mouth, his hips pressed forward, his cock stretching, working its way into the snug sensitive depths of her pussy.
“Ah hell. Tight. God, Tehya, you’re so fucking tight.” His lips pressed to the curve of her breast as he fought to breathe, to drag enough oxygen into his body to beat back the light-headed, drugging effects of the pleasure tearing through him.
He could feel her, the snug tissue rippling over his flesh, milking his cock drawing him in as he felt perspiration bead along his spine.
“Jordan!” The whispered cry stroked his senses like a physical stroke of ecstasy. Desperation filled her tone, the rising need for release in it matching the flex and hungry strokes of her pussy over his cock head as he worked slowly inside her.
A final lick to her nipple and he lifted his head, watching the hungry glow coming from beneath her lowered lashes.
Her neck arched, her hips flexed upward, her fingers digging into his shoulders as a whimper left her lips.
“Fuck me, Jordan,” she whispered as those dark, emerald-green eyes lit with an inner fire and glowed up at him, hungry demand flashing in their depths.
The wickedly sensual demand lit a fuse to his lust and sent a powerful, overwhelming wave of hunger tearing through him.
He’d waited too long. The knowledge of that was only a distant thought. He’d suffered this damned hard-on through the night and all fucking day. The hunger had torn at his guts, and now he’d waited too long to take her.
A hard, involuntary thrust of his cock buried him inside the gripping depths of her pussy as feminine muscles clenched tight and hot with urgent demand.
Fiery and erotically slick. Control was forgotten, and nothing but the race to ecstasy remained.
Tehya felt her back arch at the forceful, dominant thrust of his cock inside her. Flames tore through her vagina, raced around her clit, and through her system as Jordan began thrusting inside her.
The powerful arcs of sensation were explosive, detonating through her as the exquisite pleasure-pain began to erupt through her pussy.
“God. Tehya.” His voice was a harsh, guttural cry, as it rasped over her senses, spurred her pleasure higher and hotter.
She strained against him, her breathing hard, the feel of his chest hair prickling her nipples, his lips slanted over hers, his tongue licking, probing, his cock stretching and burning her inner muscles.
It was building. Flares of heat, surges of electric, agonizing pleasure. Her clit was a living flame, each stroke of his pelvis against her driving spikes of pure white-hot sensation through her womb.