He licked his lips at the rounded perfection of her naked buttocks, one of several visual treats that became animated with every step she took.
“Don’t make me wait too long... Sir,” she purred as she loosened her hair and tossed her head with a sassy wink over her shoulder. “No lubrication required either. I’m all wet and hot for you.”
Brock couldn’t recall ascending the stairs after her but moments later he followed on her heels into a bedroom splashed in silver and white, thematic of the glitz and glamor that portrayed her vibrant personality.
“You like to live dangerously, my pet. As I already cautioned you though… awakening the beast inside me comes with consequences.”
In the cool air, her breath, punctuated with labored sighs of rising passion, caressed, and warmed the side of his neck.
God, this woman is going to kill me.
The voice in his head mocked his usually stellar control as she whispered against his cheek, “I laugh in the face of danger, dear Sir… but I cannot wait to unleash the kind you promise.”
Then she was on her knees in front of him, hands caressing the rippling strength of his thighs. Without warning and with a firm grasp, she pried out the large, distended shaft, gripped it beneath the taut, knobby head and tugged it clear from his pants.
“Praise the lord,” she hissed as she flicked out the tip of her tongue to sample the saline, pearlescent globule that clung to the blunt tip. “At least that answers the question I’ve been wondering about.”
“Which is?”
“Whether your brawn and size extended to Brock Junior and I have to say… it’s more than what I expected.” Her fingers followed the blue vein along the length of his shaft. “Much, much more.”
She blinked up at him as her lips closed around his knob to compress softly before swirling her tongue about the spongy hardness. She sucked it into her mouth and quickly pulled him into the back of her throat.
“You really are an eager little kitty, aren’t you?” Brock grunted. He had to dig deep to still the involuntary urge to fuck her throat. The temptation she offered was beyond what he’d imagined. Not that he should be surprised at her bold and demanding sexuality. Jordan was the kind of woman who knew what she wanted and went after it with all guns blazing. It was this sexual abandon that had attracted him from day one.
“You’ve kept me at a distance for long enough. It’s my turn to get some… well,” she backtracked as his gaze darkened in a true Dom-like fashion, “to an extent. I want to taste you in my mouth, Brock, so I suggest you dig up that stellar control you boasted about over your body, because I’m gonna take my time.”
She might not know his needs and desires but she sure as hell was clued in to how his lascivious mind worked.
Jordan moaned as she slipped her mouth around the mushroom shaped knob. He brushed a hand across her back to caress the muscled plates between her shoulders.
“You are a strong woman, in more ways than one… and very sexy. Fuck, little one, that feels good,” Brock grunted as she slowly sucked him into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around his girth. He gripped her face and pulled her up with a growl. Her scent was just too much to bear. “I can smell you from here.”
His control was on the verge of shattering. A flash of silver blazed in his eyes as he grasped the hair at her nape and pulled her face into his. “You’ve been tormenting me since the moment I arrived and teased me ruthlessly throughout dinner.” His eyes grew dark. “Now, my gorgeous little kitty, it’s time to pay up.”
“Tit for tat, oh mighty Dom. You’ve been tormenting me since Turkey and it’s about time you come to the party,” she taunted him further in a mischievous hum of her best delivered baby-doll lilt.
His fist tightened on the tuft of hair as he jerked her head back to look into her glimmering eyes. He was staggered at the sexual power she wielded by skillfully mapping his trigger points? she tapped into his mind and knew exactly what to do when, and which buttons to push, how much, and in perfect sequence for maximum effect. It was a masterful display and to be on the receiving end was energizing. She had him and she knew it.
“Kitty got your tongue, Sir?” she teased with her mouth glazed with dried seminal fluid. She blinked sweetly up at him. “Well, do you need an invitation?” She scrambled onto the bed on all fours. She tossed her hair, turning to look at him over her shoulders as she arched her chest down onto the mattress. “As I said… I’m all primed and ready. Come on, Brock. Fuck me.”
“I intend to,” he muttered in a ragged voice as he brushed a hand between her legs to find her dripping wet core. He probed two fingers inside. “When I’m ready.”
“Hmm, Sir, you have such wondrous hands,” she purred as he explored her satiny passage.
“Wait until I start with my tongue,” he promised, pressing the pad of a fingertip against the spongy ganglia.
“Shiiit,” she crowed with pleasure racing through her as his expert touch threatened to tilt her circuitry.
Jordan eagerly surrendered to his erotic explorations, eager to be taken to the edge and kept suspended there in true Dom fashion. Only she was onto him and intended to tease him in return. She wanted him to become so inebriated by the flood of unleashed opioids that he would have no alternative but to push them both off into an unleashed state of ecstasy, transient into detached oblivion. What they called the little death... where optimum tranquility could be found, if only fugaciously. With him, she knew it would intoxicate her mind and blow every circuit in her body.
“That feels so good,” she purred. “You have the golden touch, Sir. Hmm, yess, right there,” she purred as she pushed back against his probing fingers, rocking her hips back and forth onto his hand to loosen the hungry licks of heat that lapped at her core.
It’s time to reciprocate his seduction and speed this up. I need him to fuck my pussy, she murmured in her mind as she sensually clenched and unlocked the tight inner muscles around his fingers.
“Naughty, my pet, and although quite enjoyable, you’re wasting your energy,” he growled against her ear. “I’ll fuck you, but only when I’m good and ready. Now, kiss me.”
Her head turned blindly in his direction. She purred as his lips closed to savor her lust and taste the residue of his own that lingered from the mastery of her oral effleurage.