Page 32 of Pucking Rebound

“Yes,” I yell just before he pushes his thick head inside me, making me lose all sense of myself. Taking his time, he pushes in another inch, then out again, then slides inside of me some more until I’m begging him to insert himself fully.

Grabbing my knees, he spreads them wider, opening me up for him. His gaze firmly locked on where our bodies join, he watches as he pushes himself in and out, inch by pleasurable inch.

He tilts his head back and lets out a sound that comes out more like a roar as I tighten my walls around him, squeezing hard.

I stare up at him, enjoying every single one of his breathtaking tight muscles and his six pack, making my mouth water.

“Fuck,” he moans. “You feel so fucking good, Lola.”

I’m done waiting for him to fill me up, so I grab his firm ass and pull him into me. At the same time, we both cry out inpleasure. The way he stretches me feels heavenly. It feels like he belongs there. Which doesn’t make any sense.

This is a one-night stand, you fool.

“You’ll pay for that.” Jordy wraps his hand around my neck, squeezing gently, and his pupils dilate when I smile up at him. “Oh, you like that, do you?” He holds himself deep inside my body. “Praise, and light choking. You’re full of surprises, Ms. Ramsay.”

“Shut up and just fuck me, Jordy.” I wrap my legs around his waist. I want to feel his weight fully on top of me. “And anyway, who knew you were so bossy in the bedroom? Trust me, I’m the one that’s surprised.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He presses his fingertips deeper into my skin.

“That feels so good. Harder.” I order.

Gaze unwavering, his eyes smolder as he increases the pressure around my neck a little more and I inhale a quick gasp of surprise when he pulls his cock out, then thrusts inside of me again.

“It’s one night, Lola. There’s a lot of trust we’d need to build up to something like that.”

I nod in agreement, hating myself for not negotiating more nights and I realize I’m not struggling for breath, but I like the control he has over my airway.

“That’s enough.” Jordy releases my neck and drives into me.

“Come closer.” I want his lips on mine, so I grab his face when he’s where I want him and devour him with fervent kisses, digging my heels into his ass, urging him to keep going.

Finding our rhythm, his pelvis rubs against my clit as we move together in perfect synchronization.

It feels like we’ve been doing this forever. I wish we had.

Undulating his hips, he slows the pace when another song comes on, and I love how considered every move he makes is.He fucks me slow, kissing me at the same torturous speed as if teasing my orgasm to make an appearance.

“Faster, Jordy.” I need to come.

Widening his knees to give him more power, our kiss disconnects as he fucks me up the bed with a rough hip thrust as if he’s been waiting for me to tell him to pick up the pace.

“Milk my cock, baby,” he whispers in my ear.

I kiss his neck making him groan, so I lick and then bite it again, a little part of me secretly hoping it leaves a mark.

He grunts, his thrusts becoming frantic.

Clasping my wrists above my head again, Jordy drives his cock into me deeper, making all the corded muscles of his body tighten when I clench my inner walls around him. “Jesus fucking Christ. Come,” he roars as if in pain. “I can’t come until you come, Lola.”

I feel his cock thickening inside of me.

“Wet my cock with your tight cunt and come for me. Now.” He makes his demand, and his dirty words tip me over the edge.

“Oh, I… I… I’m…” My orgasm weaves through my body, and I cry out as it crashes through me.

Jordy punches his hips into mine, his heavy balls slapping off my ass as he moves in sinful ways. “Good girl. Goodfuckinggirl.”

With my body on fire, I shudder, my pussy clenching around his cock. When he plunges his tongue into my mouth, he lets out a deep guttural groan as he fills me with his release, exploding inside of me. I feel him, all of him. His cock pulsing, his body twitching as he jerks out the last of his hot seed, every single one of his muscles taut as his orgasm takes control. Our sweaty bodies press firmly against each other as if we are each other’s second skin. We’re molded perfectly together as even the slightest move he makes has little aftershocks pulsing through both of us.

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