Chapter 131 Where Is Jordan

• A sensual, slow and steady kiss soon turned into a raging and hungry one as neither of us could hold on to what we were truly feeling anymore. I wanted Jordan every minute and I was willing to go all the way for this. There was no holding back, no panic, no fear that I was being touched by the wrong person, because it was him, it was simply beautiful, too beautiful. His hands roamed my body frantically like he was searching for something while he suckled on my lower lip hungrily and pushed me to the very edge. I was dripping wet now, wishing to be touched by him and more. I reciprocated his kiss and ran my hand through his hair, breathing heavily too when his hand went down to my thighs. He ran his hand through it and made to touch me between my thighs, I sighed in anticipation when he moved upward and parted my legs for him, giving him access just like the owner of a house. But there was only a certain degree I could part my legs, especially since the gown was tight and fitted. It didn’t stop him though, he forced his hand between my legs and a finger grazed my panties, making me shudder.
• “Fuck...” He groaned at my wetness and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his dick underneath me now, throbbing, itching, and praying to get out from within his pants. I became even hornier at the feel of his dick and wished for it to go inside me, but that had to wait since we were both still inside the car and not even home yet. But I started moving my waist on top of him, rubbing myself all over his dick, wanting some kind of satisfaction. It didn’t help. He groaned into my mouth, hitting me with his hot breath, then he held my waist tightly, keeping me still on top of him. I hated that he held me, but I obediently stopped what I was doing and allowed our hungry kiss to continue. His other hand roamed my thighs once more and went to my upper back before it settled at the back of my hair. Almost at the same time, Jordan bit my lower lip, making me yelp in pain. Right after, he plunged his tongue inside me and used his hand to hold my neck so I could give him more access. I moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to roam my mouth while I did the best I could to keep up with his rampage inside of me. I still could not do a thing, so far, he liked being in charge and I loved it. But kissing wasn’t the only thing I wanted and it was getting very annoying to not get home. My hand moved his hair down to his jacket, searching for ways to feel more, just as his hand roamed my body. But he suddenly stopped what he was doing. He groaned in frustration, pulled away from the kiss, and stared at me. I stared back at him too while I tried my best to catch my breath, one I didn’t know I was already losing. His eyes were hazy and dark, they sought to devour me and I wanted to be devoured, but why did he stop?
• “What happened?” I managed to ask when he made no move to do anything else.