Chapter Nine

Chastity

With one hand gripping my hip, holding me against him, and the other pulling my hair, Jordan fucked me with such determination, I feared we might break the island I was bent over. Rivulets of sweat rolled down his chest and I felt them splashing onto my back as he drove himself into my pussy, burying his thick cock deep inside of me. There was a slight twinge of pain mixed with the pleasure as he hit my cervix, but it felt so fucking good, I never wanted him to stop.

I reached out, trying to grab onto anything I could get ahold of as he fucked me with power and vigor. I held onto the edges of the counter for dear life, almost expecting Jordan’s body to push me over the island, spilling me onto the kitchen floor.

However, he held on tightly as he fucked me. Jordan wasn’t about to let me go. He thrust that hard rod into my tight little cunt, and his groans were low and desperate, sounding more like a growl. I tried to turn my head to look at him, and only caught a glimpse of his chiseled face. His jaw was set tight, his teeth clenched even tighter. He caught me looking at him and pulled my hair tighter, forcing me to stare ahead of me, rather than at him

I yearned to see him though. I desperately wanted to watch his face as he fucked me. I wanted to look into those intense turquoise eyes of his as he boned me. In that moment, I would have given anything to be turned around, with our gazes locked, kissing those delicious lips while feeling his hard, toned body against mine. I wanted it so fucking bad, but he denied me.

Jordan leaned down and planted a kiss in the middle of my back, placing his lips right atop my spine. He stood up again and gave my hair a firm yank as he thrust that thick fucking rod into me again. Jordan was taking turns kissing and then fucking me, moving his lips up and down my spine.

With his cock sheathed deep in my wet little pussy, Jordan let my hair go. My head fell forward, my forehead pressed to the counter as I arched my back toward him. He reached up and cupped my breasts in his hard, calloused hands, his thumbs circling my stiff nipples. Jordan held onto my tits a little too tight, pinched my nipples a little too hard. A twinge of pain shot through me like a bolt of lightning. I loved it.

My insides were on fire, the heat between my thighs burning hotter than ever before. Jolts of electricity seemed to shoot through my veins as tendrils of flame crawled along my skin, consuming me, moving from my nipples down to my soaking wet pussy.

I moaned as Jordan shoved himself inside of me again. Deeper and harder than before. Every muscle in my body tensed up, and I smiled as a warmth flowed from my belly, moving down even lower. I felt the fire rising inside of me, and Jordan must have felt it too. He kept thrusting into me, kneading my breasts and teasing my nipples at the same time. His fingers were moving in the same rhythm as his dick.

Then, with his right hand, he reached up and grabbed my chin, turning my head toward him. I was almost standing up by now, and he was leaning against me. His breath was warm on my cheek, but his lips were scorching hot as he kissed me. My tongue dashed into his mouth, and I found his teeth still clenched tightly as his jaw was clenched. I could tell that he was as close to coming as I was and that got me even fucking hotter.

I gave him one firm squeeze with my pussy and he growled, his mouth opening and our tongues meeting. I squeezed, relishing the sensation of his thick, hard dick inside of me. I savored the feeling of him moving within me, sliding in and out, filling me up and stretching me open with every thrust. I gave him a naughty little smile as I clenched down with my muscles once more, only this time, it set off a reaction within me.

My entire body writhed against Jordan as my cunt began to spasm wildly. He kept a firm hold on me, keeping me from falling to the floor as my knees grew weak. My mouth pressed to his, I cried out, feeling my pussy quivering around his hard staff. As I rode out the waves of my own orgasm, I felt that Jordan was shaking too. I opened my eyes just as a look of pure bliss crossed his face and I knew he was cumming.

He gave me one final, deep thrust as he held me tight, and I was gone. I’d fallen into the abyss of pleasure, and together, we rode out the sensations of our mutual climax.

My head fell forward, and I clawed at anything I could get my hands on as the hard shudder of my body gripped me. The paint on the counter chipped off beneath my fingernails, but I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered in that moment except the feeling of him inside me. I cared about nothing except our mutual pleasure and took absolute delight in the sound of the both of us moaning in unison – a sound that echoed throughout the empty unit.

We stood there, our bodies joined and shuddering, until there was absolutely nothing left. Until we were entirely spent. I fell forward, but Jordan caught me before my head or body hit the island.

“Careful, there,” he said, a breathless laugh escaping his throat.

My body went completely limp, as if every muscle just stopped working, or I had forgotten how to do something as simple as stand on my own two feet. Jordan, however, steadied me, turning me around to face him. I leaned back against the island, resting my bare ass on it, as Jordan took my face into his hands.

He kissed me, long and hard. Our bodies pressed together, our tongues swirling and dancing in my mouth, at last. My hands were balled into fists on his chest, trying to hold onto him for dear life. No man had ever made me feel the way he did. Never before had I experienced such pleasure with anybody. Nobody had ever made me come like Jordan.

Even now, my body spent and my pussy still ringing with sensation, I yearned for more of him.

“Does this mean my company gets the contract?” Jordan winked at me.

“I’d say that’s a pretty safe assumption,” I teased back.

Truthfully, unless his bid was so far out there to make it impractical, I wasn’t about to turn him down. Not if giving him the contract meant being able to see him more often. Or more precisely, being able to fuck him more often.

“Just don’t tell my father,” he laughed.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered, “it’ll be our little secret.”