Page 31 of Pucking Rebound

I arch my back some more, driving his fingers deeper inside of me, forcing him to press against my inner walls. A delicious sensation of pleasure shoots through me when he touches a divine spot that has me crying out his name. When his thumb touches my clit and he increases the pressure, I call out his name again and tell him not to stop.

“I love it when you say my name, baby.” The way he looks at me is hot enough heat to melt gold.

“Jordy.” I’m going to come so fast.

“Let go and give it to me.” His fingers go deeper, and he does something inside my pussy, as if beckoning me to come.

His dick leaks precum over my thigh. I’m so desperate to touch him and I try to wriggle free, but his grip around my wrists tightens. I can’t deny how much I love the control he has over my body.

I’m hit by an overload of intense sensations, to the point I feel like I’m going to explode, and I do. I come. Embarrassingly quick.

Jordy covers my mouth with his, pushing his tongue into my mouth, swallowing my cries of pleasure, while all I can do is thrash beneath him, rocking my hips back and forth to fuck his fingers as my orgasm crashes through me, wave upon unstoppable wave. It’s all consuming, every part of me feels alive.

“You did so good, baby.” He pants, sounding breathless himself between our hot kisses.

His praise has me rocking my hips and spreading myself wider for him as he continues to work my clit and wet center, pulling every last ounce of pleasure from my body until every inch of me feels like it’s humming.

“Your cunt is fucking soaked.” He circles my over-sensitive clit again with his thumb, making me moan while he rubs his erection back and forth against my hip.

“I want you inside of me,” I whisper. I can’t take it anymore. I want all of him.

Jordy unwraps his hand from my wrists. “Wiggle your fingers for me.”

I do as I’m told, pumping the blood back into my veins.

“Good girl.” His words light me up in ways I never knew possible and makes me want to drop to my knees and taste him.

He sits back on his haunches and looks down at where his fingers are still inside of me. Painfully slow, he removes them, and I flinch at the loss, hating that he is not touching me right now.

I pull in a breath of surprise that quickly turns into fascination when he drags them over the engorged head of his cock, coating himself in my juices.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

He holds his erection at the root and cups his balls, squeezing them. “Are you on the pill?”

I know this might break our desperate moment but I overshare. “I am on the pill, and I haven’t, you know, done anything for months because Graham stopped having sex with me. I had my annual physical last week though and got the results back yesterday. I’m clean.” Knowing what I know about Graham’s infidelity, it’s such a relief.

“Lucky for you, so am I. Are you okay with not using a condom?” he whispers softly. I relax and smile up at him, knowing he trusts me and wants to do this with me.

“I want to go bare with you.” I reach forward and touch his cock for the first time, which makes him groan when I stroke him back and forth.

When I remove my hand, he lines his head up at my entrance and smiles down at me before telling me, “I’ve got you, baby. I’m going to give you a night to remember.”

I’m about to have sex with Jordy Miller.

The sexiest wingman to skate on ice.

Of course, I’ll remember this.

“Ready?” Jordy slides his cock between my pussy lips, teasing me over and over, before pushing in an inch, then pulling out again.

I groan in frustration. I can’t concentrate while he does things I want him to do more of.

“I’ve told you, Lola. I need words.”

“You’re so bossy,” I reply, my tone huffy pretending to be annoyed.

Ignoring me, he asks again, “Are you ready?”

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