You Promised Me Forever (Forever Yours #1)(51)

That’s all it takes to spur him into action. He starts moving, sliding almost all the way out before he’s back in. It’s excruciating, that long drag, that deep plunge. Again and again he does it, slowly at first, picking up speed after a few tries. I move with him, establishing a rhythm, our bodies growing slick with sweat, my second orgasm already hovering close. I wrap my legs around him and he reaches between us, touching me just above where we’re connected, his fingers finding my clit with ease.

“You don’t play fair,” I gasp, my eyesight blurring as the orgasm barrels down.

“You’ve never played fair,” he reminds me, making me come with an expert thrust and a flick of his fingers.

I cry out his name, my inner walls milking him, the orgasm so powerful I swear to God I’m having some sort of out of body experience. Like I can actually hover above us, observe us on the bed, his big body nestled between my legs, his hips pumping, his skin shiny with sweat.

Little shivers run through me, my nails scratching down his back, and then he’s coming too, his entire body going still just before the shudders take over. He thrusts hard, again and again, his hips battering mine, and I take it. Welcome it.

“Fuck,” he mutters when he lands in a heap upon me, his head turned toward mine, his mouth at my cheek. “I came too fast.” His lips tickle my skin when he speaks.

“No.” I run my hands up and down his back lightly, enjoying the heavy feel of him on top of me. I didn’t realize I missed this kind of connection with Jordan until I’m actually experiencing it again. “You didn’t.”

“Whatever you say.” I can’t believe he’s arguing with me about this. “But trust me, I’ll make it up to you.”

Okay, that sounds promising. “You will? How?”

“Whatever you want, it’s yours.” He shifts his head closer, his nose pressing against mine. It’s a sweet gesture. One that makes my heart sing in my chest, which is corny but true. That he can be both sweet yet savage is incredibly arousing.

And just like that, I’m aroused all over again.

“Whatever I want?” I repeat, just before I kiss his cheek, my lips lingering on his stubble-covered skin.

“Hell yes.” The contented sigh that escapes him warms me from the inside out. “Know what you want yet?”

“Oh yeah. I do,” I say with an eager nod.

He smiles again. Reaches out and grazes my cheek with his fingertips. “What is it then?”

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

He blinks at me. Bet he wasn’t expecting that request.

“And I want you to come in my mouth.”

His smile turns hungry as his hands seek me out. “Whatever my girl wants.”





I offer her whatever she wants and she chooses to give me a blowjob? Plus let me come in her mouth?

Yeah. I’ll give her that.

“Give me a minute,” I tell her. I climb out of bed and head for the unlit bathroom, removing and depositing the used condom in the trashcan. I catch the shadow of my reflection in the mirror and I blink once. Twice. Still can’t really see myself.

But I know I must have a satisfied smile on my face. I can feel it there, tugging on the corners of my mouth. Yeah, I moved too fast just now, but she came too. As long as my woman gets hers, that’s all that matters. I’m not a selfish lover.

I’ve definitely never been a selfish lover with Amanda.

I slip back into the bedroom to find her on her hands and knees near the edge of the mattress. She smiles when our gazes meet. “Come here,” she tells me.

I do as she says, mesmerized by the way she wags her hips, her perfect ass. Seeing her completely naked on my bed waiting for me is blowing my mind. My cock twitches, and I know I’ll be hard again in a matter of minutes, though only a moment ago, I wasn’t sure if I had it in me. That orgasm I just experienced fucking drained me.

Or so I thought.

The moment I’m close enough to touch her, she rises to her knees, her fingers reaching for me, curling around my dick. Her touch brings me to life, and I’m erect in seconds, a stifled groan escaping me when she strokes me up. Then down.

“You like that,” she observes, her fingers tightening around the top of my dick, squeezing hard. I taught her that long ago. That she never had to be scared of hurting me. Girls were always too tentative around the dick and balls area. Always afraid they might do some damage, when really us guys want them to be a little stronger. A little rougher.

“I like anything you do to me,” I tell her, which is the absolute truth.

Her gaze flicks up to mine. “I want to try something different.”

My brows shoot up, curiosity filling me. “What is it?”

She releases her hold on me and I take a step back, watching as she rearranges herself on the bed, but I can tell that’s not exactly what she wants. She slides off the bed, her naked butt plopping down on the floor so she’s leaning against the mattress and box spring, her nape right on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. She licks her lips and tilts her head back.

“Come closer,” she urges with a sexy smile.

I move toward her and she grabs hold of me, guiding my cock toward her open mouth. The moment I make entry, I close my eyes, an agonized moan escaping as the wet warmth surrounds me.