39. Catching feelings

Alessandro Maurizio

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Her face was priceless.

Jordan had looked so shocked when I ordered her to go up to the room that I almost laughed out loud, but I managed to keep my cool and act like I wasn't amused by her expression.

But I would never do that again. I was punishing myself as much as I was punishing her because I was harder than I'd ever been.

I wasn't thinking straight when I pulled her on my lap, but boy did it feel right. I liked the feel of her soft body on mine. I liked the smoothness of her skin that contrasted with my rough one. I liked them a little too much; more than I shouldn't but I found myself giving zero fucks.

Her cunt was tight as fuck and it felt like they were squeezing my fingers. I wanted more of that. I only had my fingers in her but it was addictive as hell.

I wanted her. I wanted to slide my cock in her slick and wet pussy — it seemed like she was always wet around me. I wanted her cunt to squeeze the life out of me. Most importantly, I wanted to be