Page 96 of Forbidden Love Still Blooms

“What if I don't like it?” I ask warily.

His laugh fills the shed, my ears, my cells. “I have a suspicion you'll get turned on fromanythingI do to you, sweet bird. You like being teased … punished … played with. You love to please. And if spanking your ass until it's pink and your cunt is juicy pleases me? You'll find it's glorious.”

I laugh restlessly. “You're seriously insane.”

“It's not insanity that drives me to do this.” He puts two fingers under my chin, rolls them down my neck until he's between my breasts. “It's the fact I know you crave it. It gets you off. And my greatest pleasure is watching your clever mind crack apart until you think of nothing but coming. Nothing but how badly you need my thick cock.”

Pleasure stirs between my legs. He stares harder at me, smiling like a man whose discovered the secrets of the universe. “Oh,” he whispers. “That line got you good. You'll be soaking the floor in no time.”

“Jordan,” I groan.

“Don't sound so upset. Squeeze your arms together tighter, hold on so you're not tempted to try and touch yourself.”

I dampen my lips with saliva while clutching my fingers in a knot. Jordan circles me like he's on the hunt, walking with confident, patient steps. He's in no hurry. My head hangs lower, my own hot breath stroking over the front of my dress. My nipples are drawn into firm nubs; now I see them, how they distort the fabric, furious to be touched.

His hands slip over my shoulders from behind. “Don't be so jumpy,” he says in my ear. His hips rub against my ass, weight pushing my hands against my spine. “I'm not a scary monster. I won't hurt you.” He glides a palm onto my pliable ass, mashes his fingers in until I hiss. “Much.”

Gripping the zipper on my dress he eases it down. My skin comes alive from how lightly he brushes my bare arms. When he realizes I don't have a bra on, he exhales against the side of my throat.

“Surprised?” I ask.

He tears the dress the rest of the way down, the force of it rattling dried clay particles into the corners of the room. “I'm constantly surprised by you, sweet bird. The choices you make excite me. What about me, do I surprise you?”

“All the time.”

Leaning on me again from behind, Jordan kisses my right shoulder. His other hand rolls lazily down my left arm, following it to where my fists bunch on the top of my ass. “You're doing so well at holding still for me.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you like being told what to do?”

Pushing my body against him, I say, “Only when it's you.”

“Good answer.” His hands stroke across my ribs, then up, catching my nipples. He's barely touching them when he rolls his thumbs back and forth on my areolas. “You won't be obeying anyone else but me ever again. But you already know that, hm?" Jordan wedges my nipples into the crook between two fingers. He tugs gently, constantly, until I groan. “Your body belongs to me. It knows it, that's why it gets so good and hot and wet for me. I'm in your consciousness, Lorikeet. Imprinted on you.

“If you lie in bed at night, and I'm not there, your hands become mine. If you rub your eager clit?” He tugs my nipples again and the rush of desire makes my eyes roll. “That's me. Everything good that happens to your body is an echo of what I've already done.”

Wetness coats my inner thighs. I'm soaked, my pussy gripping at air, hugging at nothingness, lusting for release. Jordan's right hand leaves my breast. His fingers dart through my slit from behind, shocking me.

He whispers in a velvet voice. “Your cunt isdrooling.Let's put it to use.” He dips two fingers through my folds, then rolls them back, coating my asshole.

My brain shoots a warning—pure panic—and my arms loosen. “What are you doing?”

“Playing with your ass. Are you going to stop me?”

My breaths are short, sharp. "No," I admit. "Do it."

Again, he pets his slick fingers over the bud of my asshole, circling, never pushing. The sensation drives me wild. I've always wanted to try something like this, but never had the courage to ask any of my past partners.

Jordan places his lips to the curve of my ear. At the same time, he inserts his fingertip into my tight back entrance. I'm lubed up from my own juices, but so tense he has to take his time. Jordan doesn't mind, though—his favorite thing is dragging out our filthy fun.

“Do you like that?” he asks hoarsely.

“Yes.” I'm panting, hunching forward.

“I can tell.” He inserts more of that single thick finger. Up to the part where it flares wider. “You're pushing back against me, trying to get more of me. What a good girl you are, Lorikeet. My perfect sweet fuck-toy. Relax, easy now, don't tense … I'll give you more. I'll give you everything.”

I'm spread open under his ministrations. Air warbles from my open mouth, Jordan curls his free arm around me to keep me from falling to the ground. He's strong enough to steady me in place while playing perfectly with my ass.

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