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I grin, pleased at how she takes instruction so fucking well.

“Good girl.” I kiss the pink flesh of her ass and rub it gently. “Turn over.”

I don’t have to tell her twice. She’s on her back and I’m slipping her panties off, positioning her legs over my shoulders and lining the head of my aching cock to her dripping entrance. Lola doesn’t hesitate, pushing herself desperately onto my dick.

“Now come,” I demand as I slam myself inside of her.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lola

There’s something wrong with me. I know there is. When Jordy tells me to come for him, I do, all over his dick, shouting his name, clawing at his arms, urging him to go deeper.

Sex with him is like an out-of-body experience, as I climb from one orgasm to the next.

Stars. I see actual fucking stars behind my eyes as he controls my overly sensitive body, every nerve ending tuned to the exact frequency of Jordy FM.

It’s beautiful and scary, wonderful and deliciously depraved.

I want more; I want all of him. I reach to grab his hips and ass as best I can.

“I’m coming, baby. Gonna fill you up so fucking good,” he rasps, driving into me faster.

“Come.” I dig my nails into his skin, my ankles locked around his neck as he fucks me up the marble surface.

Unblinking, we stare at each other, saying a million things while our mouths remain shut.

We loudly fill the room with the sound of our slapping skin, breathing, and moans, our bodies becoming one when we cometogether, and it’s mind-blowingly scary how in sync our bodies are with one another. Like heart and fucking soul.

“Jesus, fuck, shit, fuck.” Hissing, Jordy fills me up with thick ropes of cum like he promised, pulsing and jerking every last drop he has to give me.

Releasing my tight grip on him, my body feels like a puddle of melted gold. I’m so hot, I feel like I’m glowing. Staring down at the beautiful man between my legs, who is kissing my ankles and calves in such a tender way my heart might explode from sensation overload, I can’t seem to make anything work other than my breathing, which is returning to normal. Almost.

My heart doesn’t seem to get the memo because it’s beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings.

Jordy moves my legs from his shoulders and pulls me up to a sitting position where I wrap myself around him like a limp noodle, the tender skin of my ass stinging from the spanking he gave me for not wearing his jersey. I liked it. All of it, every rub and slap, everything he showed me and how hot it was.

“You good, baby?”

“Yeah,” I mumble against his shoulder with my eyes half closed from exhaustion.

“I need to rub some soothing cream onto your skin. It’ll help with the stinging.”

“Sounds good. But it’s not that bad.” I find myself smiling.

“Did you like it? In fact, I can answer that for you, I know you did, you were dripping all over your thighs.”

I chuckle. “I did like it,” I confess letting the beat of his heart soothe me. Just like him, it’s strong and steady.

“I need to tell you something.” Jordy’s body tenses and the crack in his voice has me instantly awake.

“Okay.” I prepare myself for the worst because things usually come in threes, don’t they?

Jordy cups the back of my neck, looking down at me with a serious face I’m not sure I like. “I want more of this.”

“This?”What?My brain can’t compute.

“Us.”

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