Be Bad For Me(56)

"Jordan … "

"Baby, you should see how good this pussy looks. I can see the cum  dripping right out of it." When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she  cried out. But he let go. "Is that what you want? You want me to eat  your pussy?"         

     



 

She nodded.

"Say it."

"Please, do it … "

"Do what?" He used his tongue to lick both sets of pussy lips, not  touching the center. When she didn't say anything, he ran his tongue  slowly between her slit.

"Oooooo," she cooed, when he did it a second time. He blew on her clit,  moving his face from side to side as he blew, causing the little nub to  become engorged. "Jordan, make me cum."

"First, you have to say the words." Jordan didn't stop blowing on her  clit. To make her anticipation grow into desire, he used his fingers to  lift the hood covering her clit and blew gently.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Jordan, please … lick my pussy!"

Jordan stuck his tongue out and went to work. Licking her pussy from top  to bottom as he had done earlier. This time it was a continuous motion  and every time he reached her clit, the tension built. He lapped up her  juices as if he was a cat and her pussy was a bowl of milk. She could  hear his tongue ravishing her, making contact with her pink, wet flesh,  as he enjoyed her. Jordan paid attention to her entire pussy and she  even felt his tongue venture to her asshole a couple times. He seemed to  be loving every minute of it, too. He dipped his tongue in and out of  her pussy. When he zoned in on her clit, he tortured the little nub over  and over and over again. She knew her moans were loud, but she could  hardly help it. He sucked her clit so good, that he sucked the orgasm  right out of it.

When he lifted himself, she knew he was ready to fuck by the look in his  eyes. He moved up her body and kissed her passionately and she tasted  her own sweet juices on his tongue.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

He lifted her legs preparing to enter her, but noticed that her  g-strings were still on. He grabbed the string and snatched until it  snapped in two. "I'm gonna make love to you, baby. Let me love you."

He entered her slowly and their bodies became one as he began pushing in  and out of her softly. It felt so sweet. Mouth to mouth, chest to  chest, pelvis to pelvis. Their bodies meshed as if one as he loved her.  It felt so right and she felt so much emotion in her heart that she  wanted to let go. And that is what she did. She made not a sound as the  tears rolled down her cheeks. But, when Jordan lifted his face from her  shoulders to look at her, he noticed the tears and kissed them away. He  held his hand against her cheek and they never broke eye contact.  Another orgasm ripped through her body and she grabbed him tighter as  the tension subsided. Annette reached up and wiped the sweat that was  beading from Jordan's forehead away with the palm of her hand.

"I need you forever, Annette. Can you give me forever?" Jordan whispered.

"Yes." She stroked the back of his neck.

Jordan smiled. "I want you to be my wife. Doesn't have to be now or  tomorrow. But one day I want you to be my wife. Will you be my wife?"

"Yes, Jordan." She tried to hold back another tear, but it dropped  anyway. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. She didn't know  that he could be so gentle with her, but still give her the release she  wanted at the same time. Many moments passed and after several quiet  orgasms from her, he finally released himself inside of her.

He stayed inside of her after he came. They were enveloped in each  other's arms. His semi-erect dick slipped out of her pussy and they lay  there listening to each other breathing. Moments later, he leaned closer  and spooned her, rubbing his nose against her neck.

"Mmmmm. You still smell so damn good even after all that," he whispered.

"I can't get enough of you, baby. You know just what I want. You feel so  good, too." Annette replied, moving her ass up against his erection.

"Oh, yeah? Well if you keep moving that nice phat ass back on it, I just  might give you what you want again," he said, pressing his dick back at  her.

"Well, do what you got to do, big daddy. My pussy is always ready when you are," she teased.

He groaned and lifted himself up. "Lift your ass up," he directly, guiding her over to the headboard.

She took one look at his fully erect dick and quickly obeyed. He placed  her hands on the headboard and positioned himself behind her.

"Didn't I tell you earlier this evening that I was gonna tear that ass up?"

"Uh-huh, yeah." His words were like a drug that made her pussy throb. She loved the way he talked so dirty to her.

He slapped her ass so hard that she screamed out.

"Bring that pussy over this dick, so I can beat that pussy up!"

They both moaned as their bodies intersected. He stirred her pussy with  his dick, before he started pumping in and out of her. At first he  started out slow and soft, reached up to grab her breasts, then his  strokes became longer and harder.         

     



 

"How that pussy feel?" he asked, rocking back and forth.

"Goooood!" She gripped the headboard tighter as his thrusts became quicker.

"You like how I beat my pussy, huh?"

She bit her bottom lip in pleasure.

He grabbed her pelvis and thrust harder.

"Yes!" she screamed, gyrating her hips and pushing back against him.

"That's right. Throw that good ass pussy back here."

His words encouraged her and she rotated her hips even more, moving over  his dick. He removed his hands and watched her work for a while. "Oh,  you nasty girl. Look at that."

"Jordan, I'm coming!" As the tension built up inside of her once again,  she let Jordan take over. Thrusting deeper and deeper until she  exploded.

"This is my pussy, isn't it?" He thrusts her harder against the headboard and wall. Knock. Knock. Knock.

They knew they we're supposed to be on the headboard, but at this point  it was clear that all they really gave a damn about was each other and  nothing else.

"Yes, baby." Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

"I want to hear it. Tell me who pussy this is." Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Jordan!" Knock. Knock. Knock.

He continued thrusting, tearing that pussy up like he promised. It felt like he had been fucking her for almost an hour.

"Oooooohhhh!" He kept pumping as he exploded inside of her.

This time when they collapsed on the bed, they stayed there. In fact,  Annette could count on not one hand, but two hands, the number of times  that they had sex within the past 48 hours. Whether it was a quickie,  fucking, or making love, they stopped at nothing to please each other.





Chapter 32





When she woke up, she felt strange. She peeled her eyes open only to be  blinded by the sunlight coming from between the black curtains at the  windows. She squeezed them shut again and yawned.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she realized that she wasn't in her  bed. No. This bed was bigger and softer. Her senses returned and she  also realized that the only thing covered her body was a gold silk  sheet. Jordan's bed. She smiled and sat up. Though, he wasn't beside  her, she knew that he couldn't have gone far. She glanced over at  Jordan's clock. Eight A.M. What had woke her up so earlier in the  morning? She and Jordan must have fallen asleep after fucking. It was  still early that night when they decided to crashed, so that would  explain why she was up this early.

She looked around for something to cover herself. Maybe Jordan was in  the bathroom or something. The only thing she spotted was the shirt that  he had on yesterday evening. She swung her legs over the bed and  reached down on the floor to retrieve the shirt.

She froze and her eyes widened when she saw the biggest platinum  solitaire ring on the ring finger of her left hand. The diamond on the  band was so big that it was wider than the width of her finger. She  brought up the ring to examine it more and it sparkled against the  natural sunlight coming in. She didn't know why she hadn't realized that  she had it on while in the bed, because it was heavy. Her smile was so  big, she knew that she looked foolish. She didn't want Jordan to come in  here to find a foolish naked lady on his bed.

She grabbed his oversized shirt and pulled it over her body, pulling the  hem down over her naked bottom. Had Jordan proposed? Certainly, he  wasn't serious when he asked her to be his wife during the throes of  their lovemaking. Had he been? She was so dazed that she almost ran up  into the wall on the way to the bathroom. This can't be happening to  her. He could not have just proposed to her in a matter of months of  meeting her.

Annette turned on the shower and grabbed a clean towel and washcloth  from Jordan's linen closet. Before getting in the shower stall, she  pulled the ring off and placed it on the counter beside her. She was  afraid that she would damage it somehow in the shower and she didn't  want to do that. As the hot water beat against her skin, she imagined  the rest of her life with Jordan. Just imagining it made her smile  because she knew that it would be a wonderful life. Jordan was her  friend, her partner, her confidant, her lover, and now he was going to  be her husband. Husband. She giggled like a young schoolgirl. She  couldn't wait to tell Denise and her aunt. Hell, she would even make a  surprise phone call to Bianca in Florida. But, she had to verify that he  wasn't playing with her emotions.