Page 17 of A Million Times, Yes

His speed suddenly changed. So did the pressure he used.

Everything was faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

And following his command, the tingles now working their way through my stomach and into my clit, I shouted, “Oh, yes! Jordan!” I squeezed him—my arms, my legs, my pussy. “I’m coming!”

“That’s it,” he groaned.

He didn’t let up.

If anything, everything he was doing intensified.

“I can feel you coming. Fuck.” His exhale was ravenous. “You’re pulsing around me like your cunt wants me to come.”

“I do.” Not because I wanted this to be over, but because I wanted him to feel what I was experiencing. “Please,” I begged as another wave passed through me.

Those waves were rushing around my body, lapping me without letting up.

“That’s what you want?” His voice was rough, gritty. His lips demanding when they kissed me.

“Yes.”

I began to move with him. Rocking my body, meeting him in the center, and when he pulled back, I was able to push forward. It was a rhythm, and after each separation, his expression changed a little more. His breathing grew louder, telling me something was happening in his body.

I wanted it.

I wanted to feel it.

I wanted to witness what losing all control did to a man like Jordan.

“You want me to fucking come?”

If he were an animal, this was the moment he would turn feral. Insatiable. Completely unhinged, giving me exactly what I’d asked for when I told him I wanted him to break me.

“Hell yes,” I replied.

“Then I want you to suck the cum out of me.”

“With my mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Now?”

“Right fucking now.”

He pulled out and placed my feet on the ground. I immediately knelt and put my mouth around his tip, holding his base with my palm, bobbing as low as I could go and jerking my hand upward to cover the skin my mouth wasn’t able to reach.

“God, that’s fucking hot,” he moaned.

Although I didn’t gaze up, I had a feeling he was staring down at me.

“Do you like the way your pussy tastes?”

Every time I reached the top, I made my lips into a suction cup and licked around his crown. That was my answer; I was too busy to give him words.