Page 14 of Pucking Forbidden

As if I could. As if I would. That train left the station as soon as she appeared in the conference room. We both know it. All my denying, all my hesitating…it was only a matter of time before we ended up right here, just like this.

I shove my hand into her panties, my eyes locked on her face. She’s so damn wet, her bare skin burning hot against my fingertips. “Is this how you want me to punish you, princess? You want me to make you ride my fingers right here in the parking lot?”

“Yes!”

I give her what she wants, grinding my thumb against her clit as I kick her legs apart, giving myself room to work. One finger circles her opening, teasing her.

“Eyes on me, Sutton,” I order. “I want you to know it’s me ruining you.”

“I-I know,” she moans. “I know it’s you.”

I grunt, satisfied with her response. I don’t care who she’s been with or how many over the last five years. I’m the one who matters. The only one she’ll remember.

I slowly push one finger inside her, watching the pleasure overtake her expression. Goddamn, she’s beautiful like this. Completely captivating.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re tight, baby.”

“Jordan,” she whimpers.

I thrust my finger deeper, sinking it all the way to the knuckle. Her inner muscles flutter around me, squeezing for dear life. How the fuck am I supposed to fit my cock in this pretty little hole when she’s this damn tight?

I toy with her, pressing and twisting, fucking her with that single finger. Driving us both wild. My dick is so hard it hurts. But I’m an asshole who is never satisfied, not when it comes to her.

I want more, so I take more. I slowly work a second finger inside her, stretching her open. And then add a third.

She’s dripping around me. Wrecked.

“Look at you,” I croon as she rocks against my hand, her eyes so dilated with pleasure they’re practically black. “Fucking myfingers like a good little girl. Does it feel good, Sutton? Is this how you wanted to be punished?”

“Jordan…please,” she groans.

“Please what? Tell me.”

“Make me come!” she cries, her voice ringing out around us.

“No.”

She meets my gaze, her expression wild, furious. “P-Please.”

“This is your punishment, remember?” I smirk, twisting my hand to grind my thumb against her clit again. “I get to decide how long it lasts. I get to decide how long to torture you. This body is mine to play with now, princess.”

“It…it’s always been yours!” she cries.

Fuck. Is she saying…?

I can’t even finish the thought before I lose it. I bury my free hand in her hair, pulling her into a desperate kiss. The sounds of her pleasure ring around us, the wet suck of her cunt around my fingers, her whimpers and moans…

I grind my thumb against her clit again and again. This isn’t punishment. This is salvation. It’s the closest to heaven I’ve ever been. And it’s so fucking good.

I pillage her mouth, thrusting my fingers into her again and again, desperate to get her there, to claim her pleasure as mine. To own one little piece of her perfection. It was supposed to be mine from the moment we met. And maybe that’s wrong. Maybe I’m going to hell for it but fuck it. That doesn’t matter now. I’m not sure it ever really did.

Her pussy clamps around my fingers as she shatters, moaning my name against my lips. And that sound—that perfect sound I’ve tried to imagine countless times over the years—is my undoing.

Cum shoots up my shaft, my cock jerking in my pants as I come all over myself with my fingers in her body and her cries whispering in my ear.

When it’s over, I press a soft kiss to the side of her throat, my breath ragged, and then slowly slip my hand from her pants. She whimpers when I bring them to my lips, licking her taste from them.

“Get in the truck, Sutton.”

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