Page 108 of Pucking Rebound

Our hot, sticky bodies fuse together, and for the first time, there is a quivering pulse in my ass which feels different than anything I’ve ever felt before. He continues to fuck me until I’m thrashing, panting with need, and I can no longer take the pressure building.

“Come for me, baby,” he growls.

“Jordy.” I scream when he pinches my nipple and covers my hand with his to touch my clit, and I go off like a rocket into space.

Panting, unable to form words or do anything, every muscle tenses as the power of my orgasm rages inside of me.

I’m overwhelmed as my orgasm lasts for much longer than any other I’ve had. It’s new and I feel it everywhere, which has tears pricking my eyes, making my head spin as I struggle to breathe.

Jordy roars in my ear loud enough to burst my eardrum. “I’m coming. Oh fuck. Shit. Fuck.”

Reaching back, I lace my hands in his hair and twist my neck to crash his lips against mine. It’s dirty and messy as we continue to shatter into a million pieces together.

“Jesus, Lola.” He bites my bottom lip and slumps forward slightly, obviously exhausted.

“Merry Christmas, Jordan.” I can barely keep my eyes open. That was… unreal.

“Christmas was two days ago,” he mumbles.

I hum when he strokes the skin of my waist, tickling my side. “I didn’t get you anything. That was my present to you.”

“It was the best Christmas present I've ever had. Thank you.”

Catching our breath, we hold each other like this for what seems like forever before he eventually shuffles on his knees behind me. “Move off my cock slowly, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is low and deep, yet soft and full of concern.

Laying his hands on my hips, he gently eases himself out of me, and I hiss at the dull ache.

“Sore?”

“Well, you are a big boy.” I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take him.

“You did so well.” He holds my hips still. “Fuck, that’s sexy. Seeing your ass full of my cum is making me hard again.”

“Can it wait?” I chuckle.

“I’d wait forever for you, I’d fucking mar––” Jordy stops himself, then says something else. “I’ll run you an Epsom salt bath. It will ease the soreness.” He drops a kiss behind my ear before he edges a finger between my pussy lips and pushes it inside me. “Having sex with you every day will never be enough. You look hot as fuck in these hold ups.” He slides his finger from his other hand inside the top of the lace, snapping the fabric against my thigh.

“They hold in the wobble.” I suck in a breath when he pumps his finger in and out of my pussy.

“You don’t wobble. You are fucking beautiful. And I will tell you that until it finally sinks into your pretty head.”

“Jordan.” I moan his name, as another impending orgasm makes its appearance, the heat burning deep in my core.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you and want to fuck you every minute of every day. You gonna come for me again, baby?”

“Yes.” I throw my head back when he pinches my clit between his deft fingers while continuing to finger fuck me with his other hand.

I will never be able to give this up.

Never be able to give him up.

I don’t want to.

But I don’t think I’ll have a choice.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Lola

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