Page 120 of Pucking Rebound

I stare at our reflection. The way our bodies move together is hypnotizing.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, never dropping his gaze. The way he’s looking at me is one of sheer desire and full of emotion. “I will never get enough of you.”

I twist my neck to face him and kiss him as best I can as he fucks me from behind. It’s delicious in every way. Slow, with a touch of power behind each thrust.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

“Hands on the glass and stay up on your tiptoes.” His finger slides down my backside and circles my puckered hole.

“Oooooo.” I arch my back. “That feels so good.”

He spits, wetting my back entrance, spreading it around before he pushes the tip of his finger in. “You like me touching here, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Your pussy is dripping for me.”

I push back, meeting every punishing punch of his thrusts.

Unexpectedly, he spanks my clit and pushes his finger a little deeper into my back entrance, and that’s all I need to pull the orgasm from my body as I scream his name.

When the clock strikes midnight, multicolored fireworks burst across the sky at the same time we come together. Our cries echo around his penthouse, creating our own cacophony of sounds.

The fireworks outside sparkle in beautiful displays of blues, greens, red, and golds, creating shapes and patterns that look like blooms of giant chrysanthemums filling Jordy’s apartment with an effect that makes it look like the walls areshimmering.

It takes my breath away. My body hums with contentment, feeling a million different things all at once. It’s a little overwhelming.

“Happy New Year, baby.” Grunting, he kisses my shoulder.

“Happy New Year, Jordy.”

He holds himself still as we continue to watch the hundreds of fireworks over the city below.

“Let’s make this our best year yet.” He slaps my ass playfully.

“I like the sound of that.”

Sliding his dick out of me, he turns me slowly and pulls me close to his chest. His body is hotter than a summer afternoon in the Sahara.

“There were actual fireworks when I came.” I chuckle.

“For me too.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear when I look up at him. “Did you set your intentions and goals?”

“I did my bauble before the game tonight.”

“What did you put it in?”

“I’m not telling you. It’s a secret.” I pinch his side and his torso bends, making his abs flex.

“I did one, too.” He looks over at the Christmas tree in the corner. “I hung mine on my tree.”

“What did you write in yours?”

“I’m not telling you. It’s a secret.” He mimics me, pinches my ass then rests his hand on my lower back in what feels like a loving move.

I place my hand over his heart. “Your heart’s beating fast.”

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