“Yes, that’s what I want. Your uncontrolled reaction,” he murmured as he sank his fingers knuckle-deep into her slick and wet pussy. Her cry coalesced with his sexy growl as heat engulfed his finger. “God, I love how hot you always are.”
Suddenly his hands were all over; caressing her clit, tugging, and pinching her nipples until she felt like a puppet on a string— blindly responding to his every command. Brock tilted her face to stare into her eyes as he tapped the swollen nub with quick rapid bursts.
“I can’t take much more… ohhhh!” Hot blood surged through her veins culminating in a raw scream that echoed into the atmosphere as she shattered in his arms.
“Beautiful, baby,” Brock praised. He was thrilled by her twitching body as he kept fueling her orgasm. He had never seen anything hotter than this woman in the throes of a climax.
“Brock…” Jordan slumped in his arms, gasping to draw a breath as he continued the gentle caress over her glowing skin.
Brock wrapped his arms around her, listening to her wheezing breath as she struggled to bring her still contorting body under control. The next moment he’d turned her around and pressed his lower body flush against her.
“I want you, my sweet, seductive and yet so demanding, fiancé. Right here, right now.”
Jordan shivered at the depth and sincerity that echoed from his deep voice.
“Only because it’s so vanilla and different to what we’re used to,” she smiled in acknowledgement. She wanted him to drive into her, pound her through multiple climaxes. Every nerve in her body reacted as it began to smolder with renewed lust. She was amazed to be aroused this soon again but was defenseless as her loins turned into inflamed molten plasma, heating the shell of her core.
She leaned closer and kissed his lips. Her whispered, “Yes, please, my love, I want you too,” consumed his mind. His cock surged to full arousal, throbbing in demand for action.
Brock breathed in her spicy aroma filtering through his nostrils. He pressed his face in her fragrant hair. “I love your smell. It’s delicious, like every inch of your beautiful body.”
He was surprised at the shudder that shook his frame while at the same time he felt himself drowning in the surrealism of the moment. One that would become a crystallized memory to always look back on. His blood surged through his veins. The lust for her demanded like a pulse in his mind.
Fuck her! Fuck her!
Damn it Brock. Keep it together. She’s not ready for rough and hard. Calm the fuck down.
Jordan smiled into his eyes and stroked his chin.
“I’m ready, Brock.”
Rather than allowing his emotions to run rampant in a moment of weakness, he focused on mentally locking them out. Now wasn’t the time to give in to the temptation.
Brock struggled to bring his raging passion under control. It was a futile battle as Jordan’s demands surpassed his own. For the first time he felt himself waver under the powerful emotions of love and lust that threatened to engulf him.
“Brock, please. I need you.” Jordan had waited long enough and pushed him back into the seat to straddle his hips. With one economic movement, she pressed down against his cock, grinding her swollen vulva up and down his hard length.
Brock ground his teeth but endeavored to keep his lust in check. His fingers on her hips were tantalizing, dipping, and swirling over her satiny skin to tease and entice. Jordan was unable to process the potency of the eroticism following each caress. Her body was in fugacious paralysis, where nothing but his touch and his breath could bring her to life.
“I love your obvious enjoyment, little one.”
Jordan trembled, incapable of moving as he placed warm kisses on her eyelids and lips, deliberately fueling her desire.
Brock stared at Jordan’s lust-drugged body leaning taut in his arms. It was a disarming sight; to see her naked in the candlelight. His gaze travelled over her body. Her breasts were perfectly molded to her form. He couldn’t resist brushing a finger across the taut nipples.
“I love these,” he murmured as he leaned closer to teethe on the sulky pink of her lip while fondling the taut roundness of the perky orbs.
“Brock, I can’t… no more foreplay.” Jordan reached between their bodies to draw her palm up and down his pulsating shaft, throbbing and warm to her touch.
Brock loved this side of her. She exuded sexual confidence and had no compunction to take what she wanted. He fisted a tuft of her hair and pulled her head back to keep their eyes locked.
“I hope you’re ready for what you’re unleashing with your seductive hands, my pet.”
“Just stop talking, Brock and fuck me already!”
Brock chuckled at her insistence. She once again took matters in her own hands and lifted herself over his turgid length to impale his hard cock deep inside her. His breath snagged as she tightened the muscles around his pulsing shaft.
“Yess… this is what I was after,” she all but crooned as she tossed her hair back and rocked onto him. “Damn, Brock, that feels so good,” she wheezed.