“God, that’s one fucking gorgeous sight.”
I shouted, “Fuuuck,” and my fingers clenched like a pillow was underneath them.
“You look so sexy when you come.”
And it was still building, still throwing me toward that highest peak, where I felt nothing but this wild, pure satisfaction.
But something happened.
Something that made it even more mind-blowing.
He put a wet, primed finger in that forbidden back hole.
I couldn’t tell how far he went in, but an entirely new feeling was moving through me at a speed as fast as my climax.
A feeling so foreign because no one had ever been back there before.
I didn’t know what to expect, if it would add to what I was already experiencing.
But when I took my next breath, I moaned so loud that it felt like my body was making just as much noise as my mouth.
The combination was beyond words.
Beyond enjoyment.
And he was giving me quickness and more pressure, pulling what he needed from me—all of it adding to this storm.
My orgasm erupted.
“Oh my God!”
The rush, the shudders—now, I really couldn’t breathe.
“That’s it.” He licked. “That’s the cum I wanted to taste … and now, you’re finally giving it to me.” He was whispering, talking directly to my clit, suddenly so gentle. When his tongue stilled, he kissed the top of my pussy like he was saying good-bye, and he pulled his hand away.
As I tried to recover, he took off my skirt, and before I could even protest, he ripped the sweater off me, hearing the fabric shred from my body.
“Jenner!”
“It was taking too long,” he growled.
I was so sensitive. I yelled the moment his teeth surrounded my nipple, tugging on it through the thin lace of my bra.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “More beauty.”
There was the quiet opening of a drawer and the sound of foil, a snap of rubber.
He was back on the bed, and I couldn’t hold in the scream when he positioned himself between my legs, poking at that spot still buzzing from his tongue.
“If I’m too rough, I need you to tell me.”
“Rough?”
His lips were on my neck, lowering to my nipples, gnawing on one, and then the other, like he owned them. “I don’t think you realize how badly I want to fuck you.” His hardness probed my pussy, sliding in just the smallest amount before he pulled back out. “How I thought of nothing else during my flight here and during those long, excruciating hours I was in that meeting, thinking of all the things I was going to do to you.”
And now, he was teasing himself.
Again.
Building up the want.
The need.
And building me up.
“I think I can tell.” I inhaled and swallowed. “I can feel it.” The back of my head pushed into the pillow. “You’re so hard.” There was movement, and I hollered, “Ahhh!”
He was biting my nipple again, this time so much harder, sucking the end after to soothe it.
“You can’t, Jo.” His voice was like a lion’s roar. “You can’t even begin to imagine.” He was lapping one now, his tongue wide, giving me slow, torturous licks. “First, the wait, then watching you come. Now, staring at your cunt, knowing how fucking wet and tight it’s going to be.” He moaned, going in just a tiny bit deeper and immediately backing up. “You have no idea what hard feels like.”
“But I’m here now … and I’m all yours.”
His face hit my neck, his whiskers scratching the softness of my skin. “Say that again.” He kissed across my throat, dragging his beard. “Say those fucking words, so I can taste them.”
“You”—I quivered as he lowered, my body blazing—“have me now.”
In one quick thrust, he was fully inside me.
“Oh my God!”
This was entirely different than when his mouth was on my pussy.
But both completely overwhelmed me in opposite ways.
“Damn it, I was right. You’re so fucking tight.”
My body had been built for Jenner. There was no way I could take another inch. And each thrust, each pound of his hips, reinforced that.
But, oh God, it was the best feeling of my life.
“Yes!” I yelled. “Fuck me!”
Even though I was still recovering from his mouth, I could handle this. And I wanted more. I wanted to reach that place again that he’d brought me only minutes ago.
He pulled out and lifted my legs off the bed, circling them around what I assumed was his waist. He arched my hips in a way I could tell he was kneeling in front of me, drawing my ass up higher until I met his tip. That was when he gripped me hard, keeping me in place, and plowed into me.
My breath was gone.
My brain couldn’t process what I was feeling.
I could only take what he was giving me, and that was fierce, carnal strokes.
Ones that made me beg for more. “Pl-ea-se …” I cried, his pumps causing the air to stutter through me. “Do-n’t st-op.”
“You’re so fucking wet.”
That sent me right over the edge. Like fuel, each time he entered, a new flame licked through me.
“Jenner!” The build was coming on so strong. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”
That seemed to be what he wanted.
To own my orgasms.
To deliver them back-to-back.
Because instead of slowing, instead of letting the moment gradually happen, he increased his speed. He doubled his power. He twisted his hips to give me more friction.
And he hit that spot.
The one that was so deep inside me that no one had found it before.
But Jenner’s tip grazed across it each time he entered me.
And I couldn’t stop shaking.
I couldn’t control what was happening.
I just knew how good this felt and how lost I was.
I pulled against the rope, the burn not even registering. When I clung to his waist, I didn’t even realize it would send him in farther.
But I took it.