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Gently, I run my thumb over his eyebrow, coax him to look at me until I can see my reflection in the depths of his pupils. “Everything already has.”

He shivers through his whole body. And then the moment of rawness is gone, sealed away behind a feral twist of his lip and narrowing of his perceptive green eyes. Jordan guides my entrance over him, and together we hold his cock—him at the tip, me pressing on the root—until it spreads me open. His cockhead is deliciously wide, the tapering of it easing it through my soaked folds.

I cry out, thrilling with unthinkably hot waves of pleasure from the way he stretches me open. He was right—we needed as much lubrication as possible, or this would hurt. Instead, it's intense. My brain demands more of the sensation of being filled. Jordan is eager to give it to me.

“Your pussy is choking me, sweet bird,” he half-laughs, but it's all in his throat. His humor is flecking away like paint on an old house. “Christ. I'm not even all the way inside and I know I'm addicted to your perfect cunt.”

Arching my back, leveraging my hands on his muscular shoulders, I descend another inch. Jordan grips my waist fiercely enough to leave bruises. It's a good hurt, like a deep-tissue massage. The same is happening across the grooves of my brain, a sensation of being pushed, pulled, all my senses lighting up with desire.

Jordan growls as he raises his hips off the seat. “There we are,” he says, fitting his whole cock inside me. “That's it. You took it all, like your pussy was meant for me.”

I flush with perverted joy. He reaches up, one hand in my hair to draw me to him for a kiss. His other palm moves to the curve of my ass, holding me down on him. I want to rock my hips and fuck him, but he doesn't let me. He's languishing in just being inside of me.

“Jordan,” I whimper on his mouth.

“I know,” he says, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip. “You need more. Yeah?” When I nod, he grins like the devil. “Suck this.” He puts his thumb to my teeth, encouraging me to wrap my lips around it and suckle. It's simple, but filthy. “Your hungry cunt is throbbing on me, Lorikeet. Do you like having something in both ends? Something to keep your smart mouth busy?”

All I can do is moan around his thumb.

His cock flares inside of my pussy—he likes seeing my mouth full. “You make it so fucking hard to draw this out,” he whispers. He's not smiling anymore. His gaze wavers like heat over a parched desert. “I give up. I'm not playing around, Lorikeet. I'm going to fuck this greedy pussy until you get a new core memory. You'll think about howgoodit felt to orgasm from me for the rest of your life. It'll be the last thing that crosses your mind before you pass into Heaven.”

I'm not going to Heaven. I'm going to Hell.Otherwise, I believe him.

“That's it,” he gasps as I lift my ass upwards until just his tip is buried in my wet walls. “Ride me, sweet bird. Drive yourself insane.”

With my mouth full of his thumb, I sink my ass back down, stretching myself to the brink. His tip bumps deep, scrapes my roof as it exits again…over and over. My breathing is a constant exhale from my nose. The little whimper I let loose at the bottom of every stroke becomes a song stuck on loop.

Jordan joins the music with his gritty rasps. He shifts his thumb, rubbing it across my tongue. The sensation of sucking causes pleasure to lance downward. My clit swells, and Jordan forces me to press harder until it's part of the friction we make. It hits his hard stomach muscles on the downswing.I'm going to come again, oh god!

He lets go of my waist, gently teasing my left nipple instead. The firm way he circles it drives me wild. Jordan braces like an animal about to charge. “Do you remember how I wrote my name on you?”

The inked letters are gone, but their memory lives on. I looked at them daily as they faded away. In my mind they still exist. Jordan traces their invisible presence now, as if he can tattoo them into my flesh with his fingertip. If it was possible … I’d let him.

I can't talk—he fixes me with a stunned stare. I gently suckle his thumb in response. Jordan's face twists, ferocious as any human can ever be, then he hammers his cock inside my cunt. I broke him. Me. I really did it.

Squealing around his thumb from the stimulation, I refuse to break eye contact. Not even when the first grenade of orgasm incinerates me. My pussy milks his cock, demanding more of every stroke. I'm coming and it feels endless, a wet pleasure that drowns me before reviving me to do it all over again. I'm dizzier now than when I was upside down.

“Oh my god,” he groans, driving his pelvis upwards. His ass leaves the seat, my head bumps the ceiling. Through the condom I feel his dick swell, expand, then heat up as cum fills the latex. Jordan isshakingas he settles back onto the cushion.

I am, too, and I don't stop—not even when he grabs my jaw. “Hey,” he says seriously.

Blinking through my fog, I notice my teeth are clenched. I'm horrified to understand I've been biting his thumb. I let him go, both of us gazing at the marks in his skin. “I'm sorry,” I gush.

“For what? This?” Chuckling, he wipes his drool coated thumb off on his own chest. It blends with the sweat. “I barely felt it.”

“I'm still sorry. I just didn't even realize.”

“You were busy with other important things,” he teases.

I'm done blushing, there's nothing left in me to summon it. I lift his hand, kiss his thumb, his wrist. Jordan scoops the hair off my neck, using it as a lever to bring me to him. My lips are buzzing from overstimulation. Even now, just sitting on him, my aftershocks continue to twitch around his shaft.

“That was something else,” I finally say.

“It was.”

“Have you ever … I mean, how often …”

“What are you trying to ask, Lorikeet.”