Page 64 of Forbidden Love Still Blooms

“You're getting hotter,” he notes, rocking his hips into my grip. “Tighter. Wetter. Fighting tooth and nail not to explode all over my fingers. You can do it, Lorikeet. Just a few more seconds … be a good girl and ace this for me.”

I think I'm going to blackout. Maybe I do because I don't hear the song finish. I don't feel anything but his cock slip from my fist, the seatbelt glide over my sensitive skin. Jordan turns me right-side up, cradles me in his lap. I'm so dizzy I keep my eyes shut.

“Good fucking girl,” he insists, embracing me. He's sitting back in the passenger seat where I just was. His pants are down to his ankles, our skin pressing together. My lashes flutter open—he's an inch from my face, staring into my eyes with his half-shut ones. Lust makes his lids heavy. “You're so perfect,” he praises me. His fingers run through my hair, stroke my neck. I shiver in delight. “You deserve your reward.”

His cock stands proudly against his stomach. Jordan positions me so my knees are on either side of his thighs, pussy hovering right above his thick length. Gripping his shoulders, I try to lower myself to reach him.God, yes, finally!

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

The voice of reason wakes me enough from my lust-cloud to reply, “No. Do you have a condom?”

“Lucky you, I do.”

“You're also lucky,” I say, smirking at him. “I wouldn't do this without protection. I'm not that far gone.” Sweat makes my hair stick to my forehead, I'm a complete mess, but not so broken I'll let him act like he doesn't want sex as badly as me.

“Really.”

“Yeah. Really. Just becauseyou'rea dad doesn't mean I'm eager to be a mom.”

Jordan gives me a long look. “I have a suspicion that you like pissing me off. Almost as if you want to encourage me to get back at you. Are you a masochist, Lorikeet?”

I bite my lip. “Of course not.”

“Hm,” he says with an amused smile. He bends down to his pants on the car floor, fishing out a foil packet. I reach for it; he yanks it out of reach. Catching my chin, Jordan tightens his grip, bringing me close to him. There's a sinister thrum when he speaks. “Grind your cunt against me, sweetling. Get me nice and slick.”

“I'm ready for you now.”

“Trust me. You'll need all the help you can get fitting me inside.”

The way he implies he'll struggle to wedge his thickness inside me has my pussy drooling. “Okay,” I whisper, and he releases my chin. Jordan rolls his palms along my ribs, thumbs grazing the undersides of both my breasts. Every tiny hair on my body prickles.

Settling my weight on his shaft I start rubbing myself back and forth. Pleasure rushes through me, my juices slicking across his skin, making him shine. I pull in ragged breaths but it's never enough air. Jordan presses harder on my hips until my clit is grinding on him.

Thesoundof my pussy sliding back and forth is obscene. Dizzy, desperate, I bury my nails in his scalp and rub harder. “I'm so close,” I moan.

“Let me help,” he says, moving me quicker. He's been looking down the whole time to watch my folds slip over his hard cock. Now he flicks his eyes to mine, steadying them there. “Come for me, do it. I want to see how beautiful you are when you lose yourself all over my cock.”

My eyes roll in my head, thighs clamping against his as my pussy obeys him. Hot flutters go off in my lower belly until every muscle is tensing from orgasm. Throb and throb of aftershocks assault my clitoris that keeps grinding on his length, new bolt of pleasure arising when I hit the ridge beneath his cockhead.

“Perfect, sweet birdie,” he croons, stroking my hair, my throat. “So fucking good. I knew you could do it. Are you ready for more?”

Trembling, I push my hair from my face. There are strings of juice connecting my thrumming cunt to him. “Yes,” I hush. “Give me that condom.”

Smirking wide, Jordan passes it to me. As I tear the foil the sun glints off the corners of the packet. It crosses his face, but he doesn't blink. This man refuses to be robbed of a second of looking at me.

Reaching between us, I grip his base, fingers barely making a full circle. There's a weight to him. My sensitive insides flex, hungry to feel that thickness in me after all this time. I like that he doesn't ask me when the last time I did this was. Doesn't bring up Dezmond because I believe JordanknowsI would never sleep with that man. But maybe it's just that he doesn't care. Whoever I was with before him, before this moment, is as unimportant as the number of shells on the beach.

The second I finish rolling the condom down his shaft he grabs my waist. He's still in control, no question, but the bead of sweat on his temple warns me he's beginning to fray. “Don't hold back,” I say, sliding my hand over his jaw.

He stares at me, lets his smirk soften. “I have to.”

“I'm tougher than you think.”

“I never doubted how strong you are,” he says, and we're not bantering. He's as serious as the rising tide. “It's me I'm worried about.”

“You promised not to repeat the last time, Jordan.”

“And I won't.” He feels me starting to sit on his cock, grips me so I can't budge instead. “I'm just preparing myself for what's going to happen if nothing changes after this.”

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