Page 29 of Claimed (For Her 3)

“Take your shirt off,” I blurt out, wanting to see him, too.

In one fluid motion, he grabs the back of his shirt with one hand, pulling it from his body and tossing it away.

My eyes run over him, and I moan in appreciation. I didn’t think Jordan could get any hotter, but I was wrong. He might spend most of his day sitting behind a computer, but it’s clear as day he hits the gym as well. Hard. His slacks hang low on his hips, and I see a trail of dark hair running down to his—My thoughts stutter when I see the outline of a very big erection.

“Eyes,” I hear him say, and I look back up to his face. “That’s not coming out tonight.”

He gives me a cocky smirk that I’ve never seen before, and a small dimple shows in his cheek.

“Why—” My question is interrupted when he reaches for my underwear and rips them from my body like some sort of Viking. I audibly gasp as he tosses them aside like he just conquered a new land. “Wow, that was so hot. I didn’t know that was a real thing.”

The smirk on his face turns to a full-blown smile now. I didn’t think men could really rip underwear off of a woman.

“Show me,” he says, his eyes on my thighs.

It’s clear what he wants me to show him, so I slowly part my legs. But it’s not fast enough for his liking, so he grabs them and pushes them open. His need is turning me on even more. He’s so close to the edge he can’t even wait for me to give him what he wants.

He stares at my pussy, and I don’t know how long we stay like that. My desire is skyrocketing with every breath, and I can feel myself start to throb. I want him to do something. Anything.

“Jordan.” His name comes out as a cross between a cry and a moan. My hips rise off the bed, trying to get closer to him, trying to entice him into a reaction.

His eyes are darker than I have ever seen them before. He releases my thighs, and he slides his fingers through my sex. I arch, wanting more, but he grabs my hips once again, holding me in place.

I moan his name again, trying to move, but he has me pinned down to the bed.

“I want to hear you say it. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, and I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it. Ask me to kiss your pussy.”

I know I’m blushing. I didn’t know Jordan would talk like that, but I like it. No, I love it. Normally I might be shy, but I’m so turned on right now I’d say almost anything to get some relief.

“Please, Jordan, I need you. Please kiss my pussy.”

Before I get the last word out, his mouth is on me. He grasps my hips as his mouth devours me. He licks and sucks my clit, taking it into his mouth, and I come undone instantly. The orgasm hits me so unexpectedly, I scream as pleasure floods my veins. The heat of it pounds in my ears, and it goes on forever.

I was too worked up. There was no time for me to brace myself for it, and I jerk against him, screaming his name over and over. But he doesn’t stop as the pleasure pulses through my body.

He frees my hips and locks his hands with mine. Our fingers tangle together, holding tight to one another as his mouth keeps working over me.

This time it’s slower, as if he’s savoring me. It’s sweet and soft, and I’ve never felt more connected to someone in my life. There is a deep intimacy in this act, and I feel bound to him in a way I never truly imagined.

My pleasure starts growing again, and it’s not long before he’s sending me over the edge once more. The orgasm is just as intense as the first one, but I felt this one build. A sheen of sweat gathers on my body as I try to catch my breath. But he still doesn’t stop.

I call out his name, but his fingers only tighten in mine.

His mouth is relentless, and though I don’t think I can handle any more, I’m once again sent over the edge. His intensity, his attention, his ministrations, it’s all too much. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster and I can’t control my body.

This time, the peak is too high, and after I’ve come crashing back down, it’s to a wave of sleep unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I have no choice but to close my eyes and give in to the darkness that’s calling me.