Body Moves. Jodi Lynn Copeland

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СКАЧАТЬ lifted his cock from her tongue before she could take him inside her mouth. Hands moved to her legs, more fingers went to her pussy. Opening her farther.

      The increased pressure arched her hips up, connecting her swollen flesh with the cold, solid chrome of the faucet. Fingernails bit into her tender thighs, the exquisite nip propelling her ass off the tub floor. Her clit scraped against the shaft. Her leg muscles tightened. The walls of her cunt constricted with each pass of her sex along the shaft, the force of the wicked water consuming her burning flesh.

      Orgasm flooded her in a pulsing rush. She screamed with its magnitude, harder as the shaft chafed against her clit. Holding herself up became too much to bear.

      Gasping, she fell back into the shallow water, extending her climax with the thrust of two fingers inside her creaming, clenching sheath.

      The sound of knocking filtered through the open bathroom window, overpowering the mad beat of her pulse in her ears.

      Opening her eyes, Danica pulled her fingers from her body. She turned off the water and pushed to her feet, stumbling a bit with the wearing effect orgasm and the pretzel position had on her legs.

      Damn. Lena was early. Only by ten minutes, but they were ten minutes she’d been counting on to come down from her climax high and get cleaned up.

      Lena wouldn’t care if she was clean. Considering how loudly Danica had screamed with her orgasm, her friend was bound to know what she’d been doing. As often as Lena mentioned Danica’s dating dry spell, she was probably ecstatic to have overheard Danica having sex of any kind.

      The knocking continued. She took a few seconds to blot at the portion of her hair that had found its way into the water. Grabbing her well-worn robe from the hook next to the sink, she quickly tied the sash and padded barefoot through the one-story villa to the front door.

      She flipped on the entryway light and drew in a calming breath as she opened the door for Lena. Then nearly choked to death on that breath when she discovered it wasn’t Lena waiting in the darkness, but a sexily disheveled Jordan with a smile so wickedly perceptive there was no denying he’d heard her rapturous scream.

      She didn’t owe him an explanation. He shouldn’t even be at her villa. Still, words rushed out of her mouth. “You think I have a man in here. I don’t have a man in here.”

      That was where she was mistaken, Jordan thought, giving her flushed, damp body an appreciative ogling that had his rock-solid dick jerking beneath his untucked shirt. It might not have been a man who’d made her shout so loudly he’d heard her impassioned cry long before reaching her door, but there was a man in her villa. Or rather there was about to be.

      “Actually, you do.” He pushed his way inside, taking a second to kick the door shut before he pinned her against the wall with the press of his body against hers.

      Danica’s eyes went wide. A gasp attempted to escape her arousal-reddened lips. He gobbled the sound up with his own lips. Sinking his tongue into her mouth, he jerked at the loose knot at her waist. The sides of her pink robe gave way, and his hands filled with warm, soft, succulent skin.

      He’d come here to give her what she made clear she wanted each time she checked out his cock. He’d planned on a swift approach but never realized just how swift it would be. Or that she would be waiting, fully stimulated and mostly naked.

      Or that she would taste so damned good.

      Hell, he shouldn’t enjoy kissing her. She didn’t appear to enjoy kissing him—her tongue was lifeless against his, her body inert. That changed the instant Jordan slid a hand down the rise of her belly to cup her mound.

      Heat rose off her sex. Moisture joined that heat as he fingered her slit. Her hips shot to motion, bucking wildly, her tongue licking to lusty life against his. Her fingers gripped at the front of his dress shirt, quickly moving lower, past the shirttails to find his erection freed of his zipper and already sheathed for action.

      Danica’s mouth stilled. Her fingers froze around the head of his cock. His ready state might have surprised her, but from the stab of her erect nipples against his chest and the dampness of her slit, there was no question that she wanted him.

      He thrust into her slick pussy, fingering her core while his tongue and lips continued to render her speechless.

      Wetness built with each of his strokes until her sex contracted around his fingers, her inner walls deliciously milking at them, making his cock damned anxious to get inside.

      Her tongue started moving again, her lips taking his so eagerly it was as if she was starved for a lover’s kiss.

      Of course, that wasn’t the case.

      She’d probably slept with another potential resort client just last week. Maybe even last night. It was the reason Jordan was here now, to start on the path to proving her immoral, if not the resort a complete joke. Only, it was hard to remember his purpose when he pulled his fingers from her weeping cunt, lifted her up his body, and pumped his cock inside her.

      He’d expected wet and loose. He had the wet part right, but Danica’s pussy was nowhere near to loose.

      Her sex clamped down tightly, fitting around his shaft like a second skin. She continued her eager assault of his lips and tongue and teeth while her hands gripped his back through his shirt, and she met him thrust for violent thrust.

      Jordan palmed the silky roundness of her ass as he shoved inside her so fiercely the back of her head connected with the wall. He winced with the sound. She didn’t miss a beat, just kept moving, taking him deep, tight, fast.

      Danica tensed in his arms, her movements stopping abruptly only to restart with the clamping of her pussy. Moaning into his mouth, she came around his dick.

      He moaned back as he gave in to his own orgasm, one that had been building from the moment he entered her office. As much as he would like to pretend he’d fucked her solely for the sake of verifying the unethical way she secured patients, it wouldn’t be true.

      He’d wanted her. Wanted her again even now.

      He pulled from her body and set her on her feet. She swayed a little but then stood firm. Her robe hung open, giving him an alluring view of full, round tits and curly, damp copper hair camouflaging her sex. Arousal scented the air and ran in creamy rivulets along her inner thighs.

      Jordan fought the urge to go down on his knees and lick her clean. He was here for business, to prove she was the enemy as far as his father was concerned. He would be a damned fool to forget that just because she happened to enjoy a round of golf, talked about the resort as if it really was an accomplishment to be proud of, and fucked like a champion.

      “Why?” Danica’s voice shook.

      He met her eyes, unprepared for the shock that filled them. She had to be faking her surprise. Narrowing his gaze, he snorted out a laugh. “That supposed to be some kind of joke? You spent the morning eyeing my dick and talking about having a nut fetish.”

      “For professional reasons.”

      “Right. Your way of making sure I pick Private Indulgence to do my surgery.”

      Her breath dragged in audibly. She glared at his deflating cock, still sheathed because he had no idea where to dispose of the condom and clean himself СКАЧАТЬ