“How’s this? Is this what you want?” he growls in my neck.
“More like it,” I continue just as recklessly, my face pressed against the wall. What’s come over me? But there’s no time to think because Jordan whips my skirt over my ass. And without preamble or ceremony, I feel his huge, hard cock nudging my creaming lips and then pushing deep into my pussy, making me gasp. He holds me down, pressing me to the wall as he grunts roughly, his thick cock stretching my tiny twat to the limit. I moan as that iron shaft rubs past my G-spot. Oh god, it feels so good.
“You’re even tighter than I remember,” he groans into my neck, that fuckpole so deep inside. It flashes through my mind that if anyone saw this, a powerful alpha male claiming me against the wall, they’d think it was forcible. But it so isn’t. After my last two experiences with Jordan, I didn’t think I could ever be more horny, but I was wrong. My cunt gushes around his cock as he gives me the pounding I crave, his thickness pushing in and out. I’m entirely in his control and it turns me on so much I don’t think it’ll take long for me to come impaled like this on his stiff rod.
“You’re even bigger than I remember,” I pant daringly, creaming more with every thrust. Groaning, he pushes hard in response, and that powerful cock literally lifts me off my feet and onto my tippy toes. His arm is around my waist, his teeth are on my neck, and his breath comes hot and fast like a crazed animal.
“Shit baby,” he growls. “Your pussy is all I need. Tell me it’s mine.”
“My pussy’s yours, Jordan,” I manage through my ecstasy. He moans and lowers his arms around my waist so his hand can reach my clit. And as he continues to fuck me, he plays with my sensitive nub, pressing down in fast, rhythmic motions.
“Oh, god!” I moan, making him cover my mouth with his other hand. Hot cream slides down my thighs as his huge cock stretches my pussy to its max. I moan into his hand as orgasm sparks deep inside and then shoots like a delicious current through my body.
“Oh god, Jordan!” is my delirious moan. “I’m coming!” My pussy pulses and spasms around his fuckpole as my nips go tight with need. The delicious tremors push the billionaire over the edge, and he grunts once more while jerking his hips. Then I feel his cock convulse in my cunt, the throbbing meat pulsing as it fills me with blast after blast of hot, bubbly jism.
“FUCK baby,” he roars. “Shit fuck shit you feel so good!”
We spasm together, our moans blending in a delicious cacophony. I pant and try to catch my breath, but it’s impossible. This man is everything to me, and the hot blasts of sperm filling me to the brim make me so happy.
As the tremors lesson, Jordan gently presses a kiss to my shoulder before carefully setting me back on my feet. My legs buckle and Jordan catches me, his cock still embedded deep inside. With both of us still out of breath, he pulls out slowly, making me shudder from the delicious sensation. His cock drips with our combined juices, still pulsing a bit in the dim light. Oh god, the sight makes me so hungry and my pussy tingles again in anticipation.
But Jordan’s already on the move. “Looks like we got away with it again,” he whispers with a devilish smile while zipping up those trousers. I giggle and look around carefully, but there’s not a soul in sight. In the distance, from behind the closed auditorium doors, I can hear the sounds of lecturing, but there’s no sign of any intruders. Jordan pulls me towards him and kisses me, making me feel warm inside.
“I’m so glad we can do this properly now,” I whisper coyly into his chest. I feel him tense up and look down at me, which draws my attention as I look up meet his eyes.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Because of Jimmy and me,” I answer, but he looks confused.
“You don’t know?” I ask him, equally perplexed. “Wasn’t that why you came out to see me?”
“What are you talking about?” Jordan asks. I guess he really has no clue. Jimmy must not have gotten around to telling him yet.
“Jimmy and I broke up,” I say, hoping he’ll be happy. But the expression on his face is unreadable. Before I have the chance to wonder at that, his phone rings from inside his pocket. For a split second he just stands there, but then answers it. I’m thinking about what a come-down this is, as I’m only vaguely registering the conversation he’s having on the phone, before he hangs up. But the come-down is about land on my head like a wet bucket of ice water.