Mr. Heartbreaker Jordan Marie Page 0,69

cock. The head is darkened in color and glossy with precum, outlines of veins are bulging along the shaft and I long to run my tongue over every single one of them…

I’m so intent on staring at him, that I gasp when Mike immediately picks me up and deposits me on the cold granite counter.

“Ow! That’s cold,” I complain.

“That’s okay, baby, I’m going to warm you up soon,” he promises, already removing my panties.

I lift up to help him. They clear my toes and float to the floor, just as Mike grabs my legs. My hands go back to steady myself on the bar as he angles my body, opening me to him and putting me in the perfect position to make a meal of me.

“Mike,” I whimper so hungry for more that I can’t form any other words. That’s okay, though. It’s not necessary, because we both know what I need. It’s the same thing Mike wants and needs. We’re always in perfect tune.

“I got you, Angel,” he promises. “I’ve got you.”

He always does. He opens me up to him, the cool air in the room hitting the tender flesh that’s usually hidden and sending chills of need through my entire body. He blows out, puffing warm heated air over my aching clit and then a second later I feel his tongue slide against the throbbing nub.

My head goes back in anticipation and desire, my eyes closing, as he sucks my clit into his mouth—just as his fingers push inside of me. My fingers tangle into his hair, as if to hold him against me and Mike hums his approval when I lift and grind myself against his face. He continues torturing me with his mouth while sliding his fingers in and out of me, fucking me with them, owning me—just like he does every time.

I can feel my orgasm building and I want it desperately, as I always do with him, but not like this.

This is not enough. Not now.

“Mike, please…I need you,” I gasp, fighting to hold my climax back.

“You got me, Angel. You’ve always got me,” he vows, his voice vibrating against my center when I feel his tongue slide inside of me with his fingers.

“Oh God,” I cry, my entire body vibrating and shaking from the onslaught of pleasure. I’m doing my best to push him away, my hands slapping against his shoulders. “I want you inside of me,” I beg, needing that more than my next breath. He pulls back immediately, licking my juices from his lips and I whimper, my climax almost taking over in that moment.

“I’m never going to get enough of you, Violet,” he growls.

“I feel the same,” I gasp, not knowing if I’m making sense or not. My hips are rocking as I try to entice him without words into joining our bodies. “Please, Mike. Please,” I plead.

I watch as he wraps his hand around the base of his hard cock. He strokes himself, his grip tight. Now, it’s my turn to lick my lips as I watch him move his tight hold up and down on his hard shaft. I slide down so that I’m almost off the bar, keeping my legs spread and my body open to him. Mike moves the head of his cock against my wet center, his slickened head pushing against my clit and moving up and down my pussy, before slipping inside of me. Once the head breaches my entrance, I don’t get time to breathe before he’s thrusting inside of me. He doesn’t stop until he’s completely buried, stretching me and filling me so completely that I can barely breathe. My inner muscles flutter around him, and I can feel my orgasm already begin. I wrap my legs around him tighter, the heels of my feet pressing against his ass. Mike groans as I pull him in even deeper than I thought possible.

“I love you, Mike,” I gasp, my eyes closing with pleasure. “I love you.”

Mike begins riding my body then, throwing me over the edge as he fucks me, steadily, firmly and with a hunger that burns out of control and matches my own.

“Love you, Violet. I love you so fucking much,” he groans and then he takes my mouth as he thrusts in and out of me and taking us both over the edge.

I let myself go willingly, his whispered words of love echoing around us and not for the first time since Big Mike Huntington came into my life I’m