“We’re in public,” he says sternly, mockingly, daringly, pushing me up against the wall with a new kiss.
“That hasn’t stopped you so far,” I moan coquettishly, causing him to close his paw of a hand around my throat - not dangerously, but enough to show who’s boss. Just enough to be able to look into my eyes and show me how he means to take what he wants. His piercingly blue eyes are dark with desire with harsh streaks across those high cheekbones.
“What, you want me to fuck you in this corridor? Don’t think I won’t. Don’t think I care for a second that someone might walk by any minute.” I can’t explain what it is that overcomes me then. Maybe it’s that I’m so turned on by him and what’s happening between us here, that I’ve lost all inhibition, all concern for the consequences.
“Really? So why aren’t you doing it then?” I whisper recklessly. I see his eyes glint, and it’s the last thing I see before he grabs me roughly and turns me around in one fell swoop, pressing me to the wall. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my ass, his torso against my back. He painfully twists my right arm behind my back, leaving my left to fight back with if I wanted to - but I don’t. I want him to fuck me up against this wall, right in this quiet corridor where anyone could pass by any minute.
“How’s this? Is this what you want?” he growls in my neck.
“More like it,” I continue just as recklessly, my face pressed against the wall. What’s come over me? But there’s no time to think because Jordan whips my skirt over my ass. And without preamble or ceremony, I feel his huge, hard cock nudging my creaming lips and then pushing deep into my pussy, making me gasp. He holds me down, pressing me to the wall as he grunts roughly, his thick cock stretching my tiny twat to the limit. I moan as that iron shaft rubs past my G-spot. Oh god, it feels so good.
“You’re even tighter than I remember,” he groans into my neck, that fuckpole so deep inside. It flashes through my mind that if anyone saw this, a powerful alpha male claiming me against the wall, they’d think it was forcible. But it so isn’t. After my last two experiences with Jordan, I didn’t think I could ever be more horny, but I was wrong. My cunt gushes around his cock as he gives me the pounding I crave, his thickness pushing in and out. I’m entirely in his control and it turns me on so much I don’t think it’ll take long for me to come impaled like this on his stiff rod.
“You’re even bigger than I remember,” I pant daringly, creaming more with every thrust. Groaning, he pushes hard in response, and that powerful cock literally lifts me off my feet and onto my tippy toes. His arm is around my waist, his teeth are on my neck, and his breath comes hot and fast like a crazed animal.
“Shit baby,” he growls. “Your pussy is all I need. Tell me it’s mine.”
“My pussy’s yours, Jordan,” I manage through my ecstasy. He moans and lowers his arms around my waist so his hand can reach my clit. And as he continues to fuck me, he plays with my sensitive nub, pressing down in fast, rhythmic motions.
“Oh, god!” I moan, making him cover my mouth with his other hand. Hot cream slides down my thighs as his huge cock stretches my pussy to its max. I moan into his hand as orgasm sparks deep inside and then shoots like a delicious current through my body.
“Oh god, Jordan!” is my delirious moan. “I’m coming!” My pussy pulses and spasms around his fuckpole as my nips go tight with need. The delicious tremors push the billionaire over the edge, and he grunts once more while jerking his hips. Then I feel his cock convulse in my cunt, the throbbing meat pulsing as it fills me with blast after blast of hot, bubbly jism.
“FUCK baby,” he roars. “Shit fuck shit you feel so good!”
We spasm together, our moans blending in a delicious cacophony. I pant and try to catch my breath, but it’s impossible. This man is everything to me, and the hot blasts of sperm filling me to the brim make me so happy.
As the tremors lesson, Jordan gently presses a kiss to my shoulder before carefully setting me back on my feet. My legs buckle and Jordan catches me, his cock still embedded deep inside. With both of us still out of breath, he pulls out slowly, making me shudder from the delicious sensation. His cock drips with our combined juices, still pulsing a bit in the dim light. Oh god, the sight makes me so hungry and my pussy tingles again in anticipation.
But Jordan’s already on the move. “Looks like we got away with it again,” he whispers with a devilish smile while zipping up those trousers. I giggle and look around carefully, but there’s not a soul in sight. In the distance, from behind the closed auditorium doors, I can hear the sounds of lecturing, but there’s no sign of any intruders. Jordan pulls me towards him and kisses me, making me feel warm inside.
“I’m so glad we can do this properly now,” I whisper coyly into his chest. I feel him tense up and look down at me, which draws my attention as I look up meet his eyes.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Because of Jimmy and me,” I answer, but he looks confused.
“You don’t know?” I ask him, equally perplexed. “Wasn’t that why you came out to see me?”
“What are you talking about?” Jordan asks. I guess he really has no clue. Jimmy must not have gotten around to telling him yet.
“Jimmy and I broke up,” I say, hoping he’ll be happy. But the expression on his face is unreadable. Before I have the chance to wonder at that, his phone rings from inside his pocket. For a split second he just stands there, but then answers it. I’m thinking about what a come-down this is, as I’m only vaguely registering the conversation he’s having on the phone, before he hangs up. But the come-down is about land on my head like a wet bucket of ice water.
“Katie, I’m late,” he says, visibly annoyed. At what? At me? Or at them, whoever they are? Jordan doesn’t clarify. “They’ve been waiting for me - I have to go.” He kisses me on the lips and turns to walk away. “I’ll see you later,” he calls over his shoulder, and then he’s gone, leaving me to stand alone in that empty corridor, his seed starting to leak from my pussy, which is sore from the delicious pound. Realizing I’ll need to get myself cleaned up before my next class, I start walking back to my dorm, where I find Nicole. My friend’s practically bobbing up and down, eager to hear what happened.
“Oh my god, he’s soooo hot,” she babbles excitedly. “Even hotter than you described. So what happened? Why did Mr. Marks come find you? Did you, you know, make out?”
I tell her what just happened, leaving out most of the X-rated details. But Nicole shrieks with delight.
“Holy shit, Katie!” my friend screams. “That’s incredible! I had no idea you were such a raunchy horn-queen! But here you are with an older man,” she adds, laughing. This makes me giggle too, but I also tell her how Jordan didn’t seem to know Jimmy and I broke up.
“I mean, if he thinks Jimmy and I are still together, what does he think he’s doing? And more importantly, what does he think of me?”
But Nicole dismisses this.
“You think too much. This guy is clearly so incredibly horny for you he literally can’t help himself. Enjoy it, babe. Just go with the flow.”
But I have my doubts.
“Yeah, but what makes you think it’ll happen again? I bet now that he knows Jimmy and I aren’t together anymore, he’ll lose interest. The way he ran off after we were done was pretty hurtful.”
Nicole scrunches her nose, thinking.
“I thought his phone rang and he was late for a meeting,” she says thoughtfully.
“Maybe, but he could have at least said a proper goodbye or something.”
“Nah, you’re worrying too much. He’ll be back. You’ll see,” says Nicole confidently.
But I don’t tell her the truth: that I want more from Jordan. I don’t want random hook-ups on the sly. I want to date, like a real couple, holding hands for the world to see. And yet I’m not sure that’s ever going to be possible. I might have been nothing but a fun little distraction for him. After all, an alpha male like that surely enjoys
hunting forbidden prey.
So to me at least, it’s obvious he’s not interested anymore: the way he looked when I told him Jimmy and I were over was pretty telling. Because now that his son and I have broken up, I’m no longer that forbidden fruit, no longer a ripe little virgin to be corrupted. No longer his son’s innocent girlfriend he can fuck against a wall at school. Now, I’m just a single, curvy design student among millions of other girls. And why would he be interested in that, when he can get any woman he wants?
Chapter 11
KATIE
A day goes by. Then two. Then three. And still no sign of Jordan. I decide I was right - now that I’m not the forbidden little tease, the fun’s gone out of pursuing me. So I try to put him out of my mind. Then a whole week goes by and still no word, and I try not to feel miserable, but I’m devastated. If he’d been so into me as he seemed to be, then how can he stay away?
I try to forget him. How he looked at me. How his undeniable masculinity made me so wet non-stop. It would be easier to put him out of my mind if I could stop thinking about how amazing his cock felt, and how I creamed so hard with him inside. It would be easier if I didn’t find myself touching myself every night, dreaming feverishly of the alpha male. But no amount of touching myself can replace Jordan. It’s absolutely futile.
So I roam the campus grounds, wandering from class to class, trying to pretend I’m fine. Nicole’s been attempting to cheer me up, but there’s not much she can do.
“Katie, you need some TLC,” she says with a sigh as we walk to the Emerson Building. “Let’s skip this next class and just go home. I’ll order us some pizza and we can curl up on the sofa and watch Netflix.”
“That sounds amazing, actually,” I admit. A little comfort eating and getting into a new bingeworthy TV show with my bestie will set the world to right. Hopefully.
Suddenly a car pulls up to the curb and comes to a screeching halt at the curb. Nicole and I gasp and jump in shock, shying away as a gleaming metal fender barely misses my knee. Nicole is about to turn and yell at the driver when both our jaws drop. Because it’s not a car, it’s a stretch limo.
“Um,” says Nicole, eyes wide. Then the window rolls down and my heart drops into my lungs as my stomach drops into the ground. Staring up at me from the limo is Jordan’s perfect, sculpted face, his piercing blue eyes boring into mine.
“Katie,” he says. “Do you want to go for a ride?” It’s not a question. It’s only posed as one because we’re not alone. In truth, it’s a command, or at least, that’s how my body perceives it. Because anything issued from this man is a command my body has to obey. But I just stand there, frozen to the spot, my heart hammering in my chest. I can see Jordan’s jaw muscles clench. He’s not smiling, but instead staring at me intensely.
“What are you waiting for?” whispers Nicole beside me. And Jordan opens the door, scooting over to allow me to get in next to him.
“Go on, Katie!” hisses Nicole, and gives me a gentle shove towards the open door. “You’ll regret it if you don’t take this chance!” And I know she’s right. I have to know how this ends, even if it’s in tears. I take the three steps between me and the limo, and climb in, hearing the dull thud of the door closing behind me while accosted by the scent of rich leather and new car. Then we’re swaddled in a deafening silence, shielded from the world outside this expensive cocoon. The windows are tinted and the center divider up, giving us privacy.
I lift my gaze to face Jordan, hoping he can’t see the desperation in my eyes. A desperation for him to take me as he did that first time, to own me. But he’s staring down at me with some kind of desperation, too. Only it’s revealing itself in the form of intense restraint, causing him to clench his jaw as he holds back from touching me.
“Katie,” he growls.
“Where’ve you been?” I hear myself asking. It doesn’t sound angry or bitchy, merely gentle and a little sad. The words simply flow out of my lips, forming themselves automatically. Again, my body knows what to do, and that includes what to say, when I’m around him.
“I couldn’t keep away,” he continues, gaze anguished.
“Then why did you?” I whisper. It’s not a reproach, but a genuine question.
“You were my son’s girlfriend - ”
“Were,” I confirm. “So why the hesitation?”
“I had to wait until I spoke to Jimmy but he took his sweet ass time. He finally came by the apartment today, and told me it didn’t work out between you two. We had a talk about it and I decided to come find you straight away.”
My lips part in surprise at the knowledge. So Jordan’s just been trying to do the right thing by keeping away until he’d spoken to Jimmy? But then why is he so stoic now? Why is he holding back like he’s afraid to touch? The billionaire seems different from when I last saw him. The carelessness about him is gone, leaving a strong, serious, brooding character. It’s as if I’m seeing the real man for the first time. The perfection on the outside is still there, but there’s also a human being on the inside torn between his son and this new-found love. And strangely, seeing the caring side of the man amps up his masculinity even more.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching up to touch his face. To my surprise, he grabs my hand in mid-air.
“Wait, Katie,” he says through clenched teeth, like he’s angry at me or something. He presses my hand into my lap and lets go.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And that’s new for me. I’m not the kind of guy who loses sleep over a woman, especially not a girl your age,” he explains, making me swallow as I feel my face blush.
“That’s not meant as an insult,” he frowns again. “I just don’t like being out of control. Control is everything for a man like me - everything has to be calculated and carefully planned. Yet you make me feel like I have no boundaries. That there are no longer any rules, and it worries me, Katie. It’s a strange feeling, so I’ve tried putting you out of my mind. I tried using the excuse that you were Jimmy’s girlfriend in order to convince myself you weren’t right for me.” He says it honestly, although the words cut me to the core.
I gasp a bit, going white, but he shakes his head.
“Does that shock you? Well, it’s part of who I am, Katie. If I want something, I take it. That’s the way the world works for guys like me, and those who are scared of that kind of power, don’t get to where I am.” He licks his lips and runs his fingers through his black hair, as if trying to compose himself. I wait breathlessly, to see where this is going. He clears his throat and continues, looking me square the eyes.
“I wanted you, so I took you. But I didn’t expect you to take me, too. In a way I didn’t realize a girl could take, and you took more than I thought I had. You’ve possessed me.” His voice drops lower to almost a growl, his brows furrowing over his eyes as he gazes at me through dark lashes. I swallow as I feel the masculinity radiating from every inch of him, quickening my breath. I feel my chest rise, my tits expanding against the tight summer dress I’m wearing.
“And I don’t like it, Katie,” Jordan growls. “The only way I can deal with this if I can possess you too. I need to know you’re going to be mine, and only mine. So I’ve come to find you to present you with a condition.”
He waits for my reaction, but I’m speechless. I’m so much his to begin with, it’s ludicrous that he even has doubts. My pussy has been clenching with every word he just said, and the way he said it. Until a few days ago, I had no idea that being owned by an alpha male was going to be the thing that got my juices flowing. But now that I’ve had it, I can’t have anything else. Doesn’t he know it? Isn’t it obvious in my every movement, my every word?
“What is it, Jordan?” I breathe. “Tell me what you need.”
Those blue eyes blaze into mine.
“If we’re going to continue seeing each other, I want to know you’ll be mine and mine alone. I can’t have any other man touching you now that I’ve taken your virginity. I know it
sounds possessive, but if you want me, you have to accept all of me. I want this - ” and he cups his huge bulge through his pants, “ - to be the only thing to enter your pussy from now on. Can you understand that, Katie? Can you agree to it?”
I gasp but the answer’s clear in my mind.
“Yes,” I croak through my arousal. I swallow to clear my throat. “Yes, Jordan, that’s easy.” He glares at me and I see his Adam’s apple move with arousal as he watches my lips form the words. “Because your cock is all I want. It’s all I’ll ever want.” Jordan’s jaw clenches and his nostrils flare as he takes a sharp inhale of breath, shifting his bulge as it grows in his pants.
“Here, I’ll show you how much I want it,” I whisper as I slide off the leather upholstery onto my knees on the floor of the limo. Without taking my eyes off his, I unbuckle his pants, watching his chest rise in anticipation as his breath quickens. I unzip him and don’t even need to reach in to pull him out - his cock is already rock hard and standing to attention in his briefs, pressed up against his pelvis and peeking out against his abs. All I have to do is peel back the edge of his briefs and lean forward, and slide his cock into my mouth.
“Oh god,” he groans above me, as I try hard to fit all of him inside my mouth. But it’s too much and I only get halfway. I start sucking and hope I’m doing it okay. After all, I’ve never done this before. But I’ve always wanted to try, and this definitely is the right time.
Jordan seems to be enjoying it because he starts breathing heavier as his hands go to my hair and he entwines his fingers around my curls so he’s got my hair in his fists. I glance up at him with his cock in my mouth and see him leaning back in ecstasy, eyes closed. It turns me on so much to be able to give him pleasure like this. And even at the height of my arousal, looking up at this god of a man, I know that this is all I want. All I’ll ever want.
And yet, whatever this is, I also know that it’s just the beginning. I can feel a new person developing within me because of Jordan. He brings out my womanhood and builds up my confidence in myself and my place in the world. As I think this, I slide the rest of his cock down my throat until that heavy shaft is all the way in. He’s big, but I’m so proud I can do it.
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