He spread the satiny labia again and teasingly fingered her. This was what he had been after. The pleasure of watching her reaction to his touch; how she pushed her hips back to fully indulge in the pleasure of his corporeal explorations.
Jordan’s body radiated as concentric waves of heat rippled outward to flush to her face in a crimson bloom. Her back arched as his passionate strokes sparked her fervor. She was overwhelmed by the ecstasy that brought shudder after shudder to whiplash through her.
“I want more.” The husky demand caused Brock’s desire to surge but he refused to be rushed. Hot wet lashes of his tongue followed the line of her jaw and down the side of her neck to bite into the roundness of her shoulder.
“Hmm, that feels so good but give me more,” she demanded as she angled her head to offer herself.
Jordan reveled in the silent power emanating from him and how effortlessly he controlled her body. She was stumped by his strength that bent her mind. The act of self-subjugation had always secretly thrilled her and offered her the release she craved. With him it was more than being submissive. That he allowed her to assert herself made her a formidable partner with the implicit understanding that in return for the control she gave away, he would expect her submission to his dominance.
“C’mon, Sir! I need something harder! Give it to me.”
His hand banged hard against her buttocks, slapping them apart with every thrust. He grunted and inhaled deeply as nectared currents of her musky attar escaped upwards to fill his nostrils.
“You smell so good. Intoxicating.”
“No more, please. I need you inside me.”
“First I want to taste you.”
“Not now. Damn you! I told you I don’t need foreplay. I just want— oh god, that feels so good,” she ended in a purr as he buried his face between her legs.
Jordan curled into the bed, pushing her forehead down for balance as Brock pulled out and flicked his muscular tongue over her taut clitoris then back deep inside.
“Ahh, yes… I love your taste, kitten.”
His face was smeared in her elixir as his sexual hunger drove him on as if half-starved. He stroked her swollen folds, lapping and sucking until she writhed in ecstasy.
“Brock, please. I want to come with you inside me. Please, Sir. Now!”
“I’ll concede but only because my cock is aching to feel your heat,” he muttered, reluctantly pulling his face away from her heated loins. “But be warned, my pet, this isn’t going to happen every time. You’re too demanding by far.” He straightened between her legs. With one hard thrust, he hilted deep inside her.
“Yess… fuck yes, that’s what I need,” she moaned and arched eagerly back against him. “Fuck me, hard!”
“Such eagerness but way too sassy.” Brock flexed just inside her slit. “I’m not one of the Doms at the club you can manipulate, my pet.” He yanked her head back with a fist in her hair. “You want more from me, beg for it,” he hissed. He pushed in another inch and flexed again. “It seems you’d prefer me to stop,” he barked as she stubbornly snapped her lips closed.
“No way are you leaving me, you bastard,” she sneered. “Fuck me, please. Now, Sir. I’m begging you.”
“That’s better.” He tightened his grip on her hair as he pounded his thick, taut, venous shaft into her.
“Yesss,” Jordan hissed, sucking in jagged gasps of air, as he banged against her pelvis. “Fuck, I love it,” she purred.
The room resonated with the sound of slapping flesh as he pillaged her, driving her closer to the edge.
“I love how soft you feel,” he groaned as he pressed his face into the nape of her neck. He ground his hips against her buttocks and pumped in and out with long strokes, feeling himself slide against her viscous, silky walls. Jordan pushed back, submerged under waves of euphoria that rocked her into surrender.
Brock closed his eyes as he lost himself in the moment. This was what he’d been after. The feeling of closeness, of caring, and lust the likes of which he’d rarely encountered from a woman before. Jordan was as hungry for him as he was for her. At this moment, nothing else mattered. The world fell away inside the moonlit room.
“Come! I’m coming. Please, Sir,” Jordan whispered as she desperately clawed at the bedding.
“Come, little one. As many times as you need to,” he growled as he snapped his hips faster against hers.
“Fuuuucck,” The carnal moan rose half an octave as Brock stroked and probed her clit while brushing his thumb over the anterior end of her vulva. “Gaawd,” she wailed as he pumped faster, pressing his thumb firmly against her erect nub. Her hips canted towards his hand and rocked in tight circular motions.
Jordan erupted. Tilting her head sideways, he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply. He swallowed the desperate wail as she swooned from a climax that left her clutching at the pillow. Ignoring her pleas for a respite, he continued to feed her lust, drawing one climax after the other from her until her legs gave in and she slumped onto the bed.
“Ah, I see my little kitty needs to re-energize. Let’s see if I can assist.” He brushed his fingers down the crevice of her ass. His face was riddled with a wicked expression as he nudged her cheeks apart to gently swirl his thumb around the pucker of the little rosette. Jordan twitched and glanced back at him.
“What are you doing?” she asked apprehensively.