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Amarachi could feel his hard sex poking her thighs and it sent jitters down her body. Jordan trailed wet kisses down her neck and nuzzled against it. "I'll love to go rough on you piccolo"Jordan whispered seductively which only increased the wetness in Amarachi's panties. "Please go soft"Amarachi heard herself plea. He pulled back and gazed at her. "I'll love this night to be perfect for you Amarachi. I want to make love to you and make it euphoric. Whatever you want I'll do it"Jordan said softly at her.

My pussy floods with more wetness and I whimper. "Your fucking soaked my love. I can't wait to fuck you",he growls in my ear and I whimper more. Jordan lifts me into his arms and steps in the shower. I'm put against the wall and his huge cock sinks deep inside me making my eyes roll. It feels incredible. "Jordan," I cry out, and his kisses me to silence my voice. It feels so good.

He responded, Jordan was so lost staring at his tan and godly body, the man had everything perfect, he couldn't help but drool, his groin called for his attention, it would be so fucking pleasurable if he could run his tongue along that length, he suddenly felt the heat all over his body, he felt needy, he shouldn't feel that way, the guy wasn't into men and he should be hating the guy not wanting him, he was threading on wrong grounds and he should retract but then the body before him begged to differ. "Are you done ogling or do want to continue?" Liam asked and Jordan looked up in embarrassment, he was stupid for just standing there and staring, and what were those thoughts, there was no w

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

Alexa said in a cold yet calm manner. Jordan absorbed her words and he leaned back in his seat, his sturdy chest heaving as he replied. "Yeah, understood." Alexa's orbs accidentally caught his chest movement, and she was captivated by it for a few seconds, but she quickly averted her gaze, blinking sharply afterward. This didn't go unnoticed by Jordan and his heart couldn't help but swell with pride as he confirmed she had indeed just been captivated by his manly body. Well, how could she not? Jordan's body was well-sculpted like that of a Greek god and the singlet he was cladded just happened to be exposing those parts of his body.

His eyes scanned each other until he didn't blink. His smile tugged as Romeo gulped down the glass from him. And left a clear crystal on the table. Jordan tucked one hand into the gray tuxedo, fingers stroking the object he had deliberately kept. "Didn't you hear me?!" Evora grabbed her lover's rigid arm so she wouldn't look the other way. Jordan, of course, calmed her jealous lover. He put his arm around Evora's bare shoulder because of the dress model and stroked it. "I always listen to you, Evo," Jordan kissed Evora's temple.

It felt… different from when Alpha Ben abused me. “Then why are you here with me?” I dare to ask. “Because I am in love with you, Rain,” he tells me. I try to push him away, to tell him that he is lying, and to stop making fun of me, but his scent tells me he is being… honest. Jordan, in love with… me? “But you… you bullied me. You… you hate me. And… and….”

Lu instructed Jordan and walked away to wash his hand in the washroom first. He walked back to the room to see Jordan seating next to Alita with both palms on her wounded wrist. The corner of his lips curves in a sly smile as he watches her place her left palm over her red face while Jordan caresses her palm. He felt a knot in his throat as he tried to swallow, looking at Jordan in peace after he had just given his possession a breathtaking kiss is indeed a huge miracle. He felt like he should walk over to their little care route, snap Jordan's neck, and take away his lips from hers.

"Besides my freedom?" "You give me the image of stability," he said bluntly. "You play the role of the Luna. You stand by my side at galas. You raise the heirs." "And what about... us?" I gestured between the two of us. "Do we sleep in the same bed? Do we pretend to love each other?" Jordan’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, his scent flaring with a sudden spike of desire. "We don't have to pretend about the physical attraction, Bridgett. We both know what happened in the rain. That part... will be easy."

Jordan whispered words of love between moans, promising a future without guilt or hiding. But Sarah’s absence was a constant ache. She sent divorce papers via email on Thursday with a short note: *“I still love you, but I can’t live like this. Sign them or fight for us. Your choice.”* That night, Alex arrived at the hotel a wreck. Jordan comforted him the best way they knew — with intense, emotional sex that lasted for hours. They started slow and loving, then turned rough and desperate. Jordan rode him reverse cowgirl so he could watch every inch sliding in and out. Then Alex took control, pounding into them from behind while pulling their hair, slapping their ass, marking them as his.