Claimed (For Her 3)
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“Jay, my control isn’t great.” His voice is deep and rough and only turns me on more. He braces his hands on the counter, and I can tell it’s taking everything in him to not reach out and grab me.
I look up at him through my lashes. His hair is a little longer than normal and hangs in his eyes. I reach for his gym shorts, slowly pulling them down, and I kiss a trail as I slide them off. His breathing grows heavy.
“Maybe I need a taste to hold me over, too,” I say softly.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters as his cock throbs in front of me. I grab a hold of him, and he jerks in my hand. “Baby, maybe…” His words trail off as I lean forward and lick the small drop of come on the end of his cock. His body stiffens at the contact. I didn’t know someone could feel so powerful while being on their knees.
He’s salty sweet, and I want more of him. It always turns me on when he wants the taste of me on his tongue. I want the same. I wrap my lips around him, taking him in my mouth. His arms above me look tense. I see every muscle and vein as he tries to keep himself under control.
I lean back, letting his cock slip free of my mouth. “Let go. Use me,” I tell him. The idea of him taking over and claiming his pleasure sparks something deep inside me. I want him to stop fighting what he wants.
“Open,” he snarls as his hands leave the counter and slide into my hair. He grips it with a hard hold, and I can feel the shift in power. “Take me in.” I do as he says, wrapping my mouth around him. I try to move my head, but he doesn’t let me. He keeps his tight hold on me as he jerks his hips back and forth, fucking my face.
It’s so erotic watching him use me, taking what he wants and being rough. “Fuck,” he growls and moves faster. I dig my fingers into his thighs, holding on to him. “I’m going to come. And you’re going to take it.” It’s not a request. He’s demanding that I pleasure him, and I’m eager for it.
I feel myself start to throb. I let go of his thighs and slide my hand down my shorts, needing relief.
“Fuck, always so greedy for it.”
I moan around his cock because he’s right. Something about him always calling me greedy does it for me. I’m his and only get like this for him. It’s almost like a little secret we have together.
“Swallow,” he commands through gritted teeth as he starts to come in my mouth.
I do as he says. My finger over my clit continues to move as I come. I taste his release in my mouth, and it makes mine all the more intense. He jerks against me, pushing all the way to the back of my throat. I moan as my own orgasm takes over.
He slowly pulls back. His eyes are hooded and filled with passion. He’s looking at me with so much love as his cock slips free. I see a trace of come still on the tip, and I greedily lean forward, taking him back into my mouth. I want to make sure I get every drop of him.
He grunts, his hips jerking, then I’m being pulled to my feet.
“Jordan.” I try to scold him. He shouldn’t be lifting me, but he ignores me and takes my mouth in a deep kiss. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he says when he finally presses his forehead to mine. He lifts my hand to his mouth, sucking my fingers clean.
“That’s mine,” he says as he does it.
“You’re such a caveman lately,” I tease.
He’s been a little more controlling lately, but I like it. I know he’s still on edge about everything that happened. Yesterday I had to maneuver myself to get out of his hold while we were sleeping. It took me ten minutes to break free. I barely made it to the bathroom and he was freaking out looking for me because he woke up and I wasn’t in bed.
“Your caveman.”
I roll my eyes then hear the doorbell ring, and I duck under his arm. He tries to grab me, but I slip free heading for the door. I already know who it is.
“John,” I say in greeting when he walks in.
“Jay.” He nods and smiles at me. “Is he a bear today?”
I glance over at Jordan, who’s now in the entryway. “You didn’t check the peephole,” he scolds, and I ignore him.
“I thought I’d gotten him toned down, but I guess not.” I shoot a glance back to Jordan, and he’s still giving me a stern look. I have to bite my lip from smiling, knowing that will only make it worse. “I’ll leave you to it,” I tell them, turning to leave.