into a fiery blaze that threatened her sanity.
As his fingers worked inside her, stretching her, preparing the tender tissue that had never known a man’s touch as a heavy shiver raced up her spine.
She could feel the juices of her pussy dampening her thighs now. The need rose so high that there was no pain, there was only burning, clawing hunger. Desperation rose inside her, so deep, so dark, it was blinding as she cried out for him, cried out for more.
“Now, Tehya.” His fingers slipped free as she tried to back into them again. She was on the verge of begging for more. “Stay here for me, baby.”
His hand caressed her hip as she felt him move, shift. A second later the the heated, engorged head of his cock pressed against the tight opening of her anus. Her breath caught in her chest, a moan escaping her lips as her fingers curled into the comforter beneath her. She felt him begin to press forward the heavy, flared head of his cock slowly parting her flesh.
Pleasure and pain.
Her flesh stretched, wrapping slowly around the swollen cap of his cock as he pressed inside her ass slowly. The iron-hard, iron-hot width of his erection burned her, stretching the entrance open as she cried out, her senses rocking with an agonized pleasure.
White-hot, blazing sensation wrapped around her as, the heavy width of his flesh pressed into the tender, untouched entrance of her anus.
It was unlike anything she could have ever imagined it would be. It was an agony she wanted to hold on to forever, a pleasure she never wanted to end.
Tehya hadn’t been a virgin when Jordan took her to his bed the first time. She had been far from a virgin. Yet, she had never known how incredible a man’s touch could be. She had never believed she could feel more with Jordan than she had felt before or imagined she could feel.
“Ah, Tehya,” he growled behind her, his voice dark and rough as his cock breached the tight ring of muscles that flexed and shuddered around the blunt crest.
“Jordan.” The whimper in her own voice sent another shudder through her, the realization that she could feel herself falling deeper into the maelstrom created by his touch, by his possession, rushed through her.
As Jordan felt the snug muscles of her ass clamp around his dick, he had to grit his teeth to hold back the groan of pure male pleasure. He could feel himself losing control. And control was something he prided himself on. It was something he never lost, not with any woman especially not during this act. Until Tehya.
He could feel the perspiration gathering on his forehead, his shoulders. He retreated until only the throbbing head of his cock remained inside her and fought to drag in a ragged breath.
It was exquisite. It was a conflagration racing up his spine as his hands tightened on her hips, once, twice, before he completely lost himself inside her.
He thrust forward, buried deep and groaned as her ass flexed around his cock. Pushing his fingers beneath her, Jordan buried them between her thighs and found the swollen, slick folds of her pussy, then the tight, hard bud straining forward.
Her clit was a hard little bud, throbbing as brutally as the head of his cock. Her juices lay thick and heavy on the heated curves as he found the drenched, tight entrance of her pussy and worked two fingers inside the satiny depths.
The walls of her pussy rippled around his fingers as he fucked them inside her. The muscles of her anus gripped him, milking his dick and pulling him deeper inside her as he fought to catch his breath. He knew it was too late to worry about holding onto his control. Much too late to worry about what he might be losing.
Something as important as losing his heart. A heart he had never suspected he possessed.
He gave his head a hard shake. Either from rejection of the thought or in desperation as he fought his loss of control.
Unfortunately, it was too damned late to hold anything back.
His cock, his fingers.
His fucking heart.
Before Jordan knew it, he was thrusting inside her like a man possessed by a demon of carnal need. As she cried for more, he gave her all he had.
He wasn’t taking her easy, he wasn’t taking her with the tenderness he’d wanted to show her.
Hell no.
There was no time for finesse, no time for tenderness or grace. His