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no header, no spell check, just a blurb

tw: smut, car sex, rough, choking, slight slapping, semi free use

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get in the back - jordan huxhold

The car ride was unbelievable long. You were still about 4 hours from the apartment. The only thing that surrounded you was dust, abandoned cars and the occasional run down gas station.

You offered to drive for a little so that the whole ride wouldn’t be all on Jordan but of course, he refused. His hand laid on your thigh the entire way, squeezing every once in a while, reassuring you that he was still paying attention to you.

You adjusted your seat to a laying position and got comfortable. As the car drove across the smooth pavement you slowly fell asleep.

His hand stayed on your thigh, rubbing small circles. His hands fumbling with the end of of your dress. Your dress shifted upwards as you slightly moved, exposing your white lace panties. Jordan bit his lip and let out a soft hum while lifting your dress up higher. Keeping an eye on the road but more on you.

“God” he said to himself, looking down at his visible hard on.

His fingers slid your panties to the side and dipped his middle finger into you. He let out a soft chuckle, you were already slick. He barely had to touch you to get you wet for him.

His fingers pumped in an out of you, you clenching around him, gently grinding yourself onto his fingers. He could tell that you were so close. He slipped his fingers out of you and licked them clean.

“Fuck me…still so sweet..” he said under his breath. He was painfully hard at this point, he could feel him tip leaking with need. “Fuck this” he murmured and abruptly twisted the wheel right, pulling the car to the shoulder of the road.

Your eyes flutter opened when the car came to a stop. You sat up slowly, “jj…what’s going on?” and rubbed your eyes. He threw the car in park and unbuckled his and then your seatbelt. “Jordan-“ you said , “Get in the back.” he said sternly.

You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up at faced him, “I-i don’t underst-“. “Don’t make me say it again.” He said louder. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t pinpoint. Lust? Love? A mix of both maybe, whatever it was it was turning you on, and you knew better than to keep him waiting.

He climbed out of the driver side, slammed the door and made his way to the passenger side back seat. You took this as an opportunity to quickly climb over the middle console and sat facing the door. The door swing open and your left leg got yanked to the edge of the seat.

“J-Jordan what are you doing?” you said as he unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He lifted both of your legs to wrap around his waist. He spit in his hand and jerked himself off slightly before lining up with your entrance.

You placed both your hands on his abs, urging him to slow down, “wait are you sure this is a good idea i mean what if someone sees us-“

He cut you off by pushing completely into you, bottoming out — causing you to sit up quickly, pushing on his shoulders, “Jordan c-cmon let’s just slow down oka-“ You let out a whimper as he gripped your throat with his left had and slammed you down onto the car seat.

”Cmon pretty girl, i know you can take it” he said proudly while thrusting into you harshly.

He gripped your right hip with his hand and thrusted in and out of you with a quick pace. You could feel yourself get close already. He could feel you clench around him, tightening with every thrust.

You mouth agape, eyes rolled back into your head, the noises coming out of you were driving him crazy, the whimpers, the small cry’s, the pleas, tears forming in your eyes, how red your face was from his big hand around your neck.

Turned him on even more — so much that he started fucking you harder. You could feel your eyes rolling back into your head, he let go of your neck, causing you to let out a big gasp for air and a quick cough, trying to catch your breath — he gave you a rough slap to the face,

“Oh yeahhh” he dragged out “There’s my pretty girl” he said with a smirk. “Eyes on me baby” he sails while gripping your cheeks, forcing you mr eyes to meet his gaze.

“God you’re such a good fucking girl aren’t you? You love letting me use you like this don’t you?” he said aggressively. You let out a whimper and a nod response. “Uh uh, talk back to me baby, let me hear you”

You let out a whimper and dug your nails into his arms, gritting your teeth with every thrust. “God i love it — fuck i love it i love it” you said with one quick breath. He let out a chuckle, “Yeah you do baby, God i can feel you squeezin me” He said with his eyes shut, furrowed brows, biting his lip.

You could tell by the look on his face and the way his arms were shaking above you that he was so close. You could feel your high building too, “Jordan i-“ you said shaky, “I know i know baby, god your so tight…all mine”. Just hearing those words made you come undone around his throbbing cock. You came hard, face freezes, gasps following by a string of cuss words, watery eyes, with a loud sultry whimper.

See you like this made him come on the spot, thrusting into you one last time, making sure you feel every inch of him — every last drop.

Just the thought of being the only guy to make you see this good, the only guy to love you unconditionally while also being the only guy too leave beautiful bruises on you, claiming you as his property.

He stayed deep inside of you, filling you up completely. The sweat beads pooled on his arms and shoulders, his lips a bright pink — he leaned down, his forehead met yours and he gave you a gentle kiss to the temple. He brought his hand up, fingers tracing your lips, then stroking the side of your head. His hands landed on your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze, completely in love with the sight of you completely ruined by him.

“So good me for me.”

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“God you’re such a good girl, takin me so well baby”

“Yeah? you can feel it in your stomach can’t you? yeah yeah, don’t fkn move”

“Yeah let me see those tears baby..let me know how good i’m making you feel”

“That’s my dirty girl…just stay right there baby, let me take care of you”

“M’gonna fill you up aren’t i? And your gonna take every last drop”

“Where you goin baby? i’m not done with you yet.”

“God you feel so good wrapped around me”

“Louder. I wanna hear you”

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mind you, these are just my personal thoughts of how i think jordan would be, if you want me to make another part or want to add anything just let me know!🥰

SFW

-spoils you every chance he gets, nails, hair, shopping sprees are CONSTANT

-hands on you all the time, hands on your waist, thighs, neck, hair

-never lets you down, always supporting your interests, career, choices

-always big spoon

-does a lot of baking, you do the cooking

-big spender when it comes for holidays and anniversary’s

-takes care of EVERYTHING, bills, driving, never lets you lift a finger

-intimidating in public, big teddy bear in private

-loves you with every fiber of his being, never argues, never picks fights

-always takes your side

NSFW

-loves choking, eye contact, slapping

-an EATER, when i tell you that this man is a MUNCH i can feel it in my bones

-2 finger + tongue combo ALWAYS

-loves seeing him bring you to tears

-loves watching your eyes roll back

-loves hearing you beg and plead

-extremely vocal “that’s my girl, let me hear you, good girl, you feel so good”

- size, chains/bondage, blindfolded, breath play, overstimulation, biting, facefucking, kink 100% (maybe a slight dubcon)

-95% dom, gotta catch him on a good day if you want to be in charge

- constantly asking if your okay, making sure your comfortable/feeling good

-ROUGH AS FUCK

-fingers in your mouth in missionary

-LOVES your legs over your shoulders, doggy, piledriver, whatever gets him as deep in you as possible

-big spanker & hair puller

-always makes sure you finish before him

-loves seeing the marks and bruises on you

-genuinely loves be called daddy, even in a non sexual way

-ungodly pace, faster and harder everytime

-big fucking dick, i’m sorry but there is absolutely no way this man DOESNT have the biggest dick you ever seen

tw : smut, sub jordan, jerking off, semi breath play(???)

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good boy ~ jordan huxhold

You gently laid kissed on his neck and along his jawline— he tilted his head to the left slightly, giving you a better angle.

Your left hand drifted to his neck, gently holding his head in place while your right hand slowly made its way to his very visible print in his sweatpants.

You gave him a little tap to his hips, signaling that you wanted his pants off. He quickly went to his waistband and pulled both his pants and underwear his ankles, making his cock spring out, making a small slapping sound as it hit his stomach.

He laid back down between your legs, his head resting between your left shoulder and your collarbone. You left hand made its way back to his neck—wrapping your fingers it, tight enough to keep him in his place but also not hurting him.

Your right hand gripped his throbbing cock, his tip already sticky with anticipation.

You slowly started to jerk him off, starting at a painfully slow pace—causing him to gently buckle his hips up. Absolutely desperate for any type of friction.

You picked up your pace, focusing on his tip a little extra, making his squirm in overstimulation.

“Fuck..” he left out softly.

“Yeah..You like that baby?..You like when i tease you like this?” you softly whispered into his ear.

Causing him to left out a muffled “Mhm..”

This was your cue to continue. You slide your hand from base to tip, quickly, while also keeping a firm grip.

He let out the most desperate noises you’ve ever heard. Whimpering if you paid too much attention attention to his tip, whining if you stopped.

His hips were meeting your hands at a quicker pace now, you could tell he was getting closer and closer by he thrust into your hand.

He was getting louder and louder, letting out a string of cuss words followed by moans of all types while squirming in your grasp.

“Fuck.” he said at an octave that was just loud enough that someone would hear. Hopefully they won’t pay any mind to it.

“Shh shh shh” You said into his ear. “They’ll hear you…They’ll hear what a desperate boy you are for me.”

Just after you said that, you heard a knock at the door. Your grip on jordans neck tightened while you stopped dead in your tracks.

“I’m so close…please..please fuck” he whimpered so low only you could hear.

“Be good.” you said firmly while holding his leaking cock in your hands.

“Yo man! you good?” Payton yelled through the door.

“Yeah yeah! i just-“ He let out a moan as you jerked him off even quicker then before, building up his high all over again.

“I-I just hit my foot on my desk…i’m all good.” he said out of breath.

“Alright man” payton said as his footsteps led away.

Your attention focused back on jordan, who was without a doubt a mess. Cheeks flushed, sweat beads on his forehead, red pouty lips, he looked perfect.

You could tell he was at his breaking point. Your hand gripped his neck—tighter then before and said,

“Be a good boy and come for me baby”

He whimpered into reaction to your words and came hard. Eyes squeezed shut, panting, tears in his eyes, slightly sniffling. The perfect sight. Exactly what you wanted to see.

Your grip on his neck loosened, giving him small kisses as his caught his breath.

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simple aftercare fic

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after - jordan huxhold

The room was quiet in the way that only comes after something intense has passed. Not empty—never empty—but softened, like the world had taken a deep breath and decided to move more slowly.

Jordan sat on the edge of the bed, long legs stretched out, broad shoulders curved inward in a way that didn’t match how imposing he looked when he stood.

The light from the bedside lamp caught in the ink along his arms and chest, shadows tracing familiar lines over muscle and story alike.

His curls were damp, pushed back from his forehead with one careless hand, and his blue eyes—usually sharp, playful, confident—were gentler now, focused entirely on you.

You were curled against him, wrapped in one of his hoodies that swallowed you whole. It smelled like him: clean soap, warmth, something uniquely Jordan that made your chest loosen every time you breathed it in.

There was no rush to speak. He had learned, carefully and deliberately, that after moments like these, silence could be just as important as words.

He reached for the glass of water on the nightstand and brought it to your lips. “Slow sips,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “I’ve got you.”

You obeyed, taking small mouthfuls, your fingers clutching the fabric at his waist. His free hand rested on your back, palm warm and grounding, moving in slow, consistent strokes from your shoulder blades down to the middle of your spine and back again.

Not absent-minded. Intentional. A rhythm meant to remind you where you were, who you were with, that you were safe.

When you leaned more fully into him, Jordan adjusted without thinking, shifting his weight so you were more supported.

He pressed a kiss into your hair—not rushed, not demanding—just there. Present.

“You here with me?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, then hesitated, so he waited. He always waited.

“Yeah,” you said finally. Your voice was a little rough, a little tired, but steady. “I’m okay.”

“Good,” he said, though his eyes searched your face anyway, reading the subtle cues he’d learned over time.

He brushed his thumb gently along your arm, pausing when he felt you shiver—not from fear, but from the after-effects of everything catching up at once.

He reached for the blanket and pulled it around both of you, tucking it around your shoulders with surprising care for someone built like he could carry a car door under one arm.

“Tell me if you’re cold. Or if you need anything. Anything at all.”

You shook your head, then changed your mind and rested your forehead against his collarbone. “Just… stay.”

A soft smile tugged at his mouth. “That I can do.”

Minutes passed. Maybe more. Time was strange in moments like this—elastic and forgiving.

Jordan kept his breathing slow, exaggerated just enough that you could match it if you needed to. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Again. Again.

He spoke quietly, not because the room demanded it, but because gentleness came naturally now. “You did really well,” he said, not as praise, but reassurance. “I’m proud of you.”

Your fingers flexed against him, grip tightening for just a second before relaxing again. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

He shifted again, reaching for the small container on the nightstand. With practiced ease, he warmed some lotion between his hands before smoothing it over your arms, careful to ask with his touch rather than assume.

When you didn’t pull away, he continued, massaging slowly, deliberately, helping bring you back into your body piece by piece.

“Color?” he asked softly, a check-in you both respected.

“Green,” you answered without hesitation.

“Good.” Relief loosened something in his chest, though he hadn’t realized it was tight.

He leaned back against the headboard, keeping you close, letting your weight anchor him too. Aftercare wasn’t one-sided. It never was.

Outside, a car passed. Somewhere, someone laughed. The world kept turning, oblivious to the small, sacred quiet you’d carved out for yourselves.

Eventually, you shifted, tilting your head up to look at him. Up close, his eyes were impossibly blue, framed by lashes that always seemed unfair.

You lifted a hand, tracing the edge of one of his tattoos, following the lines like you were memorizing them.

“Thank you,” you said simply.

Jordan swallowed. “Always,” he replied. “For trusting me. For letting me take care of you.”

He brushed your hair back from your face, thumb lingering against your temple.

“And for letting me be soft with you. I don’t get to do that with many people.”

Your expression softened, something open and unguarded shining through. You leaned up just enough to press a gentle kiss to his jaw. Not hungry. Not urgent. Just affection.

He laughed quietly, breath warm against your skin. “Hey,” he said, mock-serious. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I am,” you said, settling back against him. “This counts.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

As the room grew darker and the night stretched on, Jordan stayed exactly where he was—arms secure, presence unwavering.

He kept checking in, kept offering water, warmth, quiet words when they were needed and silence when they weren’t.

Aftercare, to him, wasn’t a checklist. It was this: staying. Listening. Holding space until the echoes of intensity faded into something calm and steady.

And when you finally drifted into sleep, breathing slow and even against his chest, Jordan smiled to himself, eyes closing as well.

He stayed awake a little longer, just to be sure.

tw: smuttt, hair pulling, peeping jordan

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save a horse, ride a cowboy ~ jordan huxhold

The first thing anyone ever noticed about Jordan was how he filled a doorway. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved like the land itself had taught him how—steady, unhurried, confident. Sunlight caught in his curly blond hair where it escaped beneath the brim of his cowboy hat, and his blue eyes missed very little.

Denim jeans, a jean jacket worn soft with age, boots dusted from the trail—Jordan looked like he belonged exactly where he was. So did you. You leaned against the fence, one boot hooked on the lower rail, cowboy hat tipped low against the morning sun.

Your white tank top and jeans fit you the way riding demanded—easy, familiar, made for movement. Jordan’s eyes flicked to you without thinking. They always did. He crossed the space between you with a quiet confidence, resting an elbow against the saddle.

“You ready?” he asked, voice low, already knowing the answer. You swung up onto your horse in one smooth motion, reins settling naturally in your hands.

Jordan’s mouth curved at the corner. He loved that about you—the way you never made a show of things you were good at. You rode out together as the day slowly woke, the world stretching wide and open around you.

Grass shimmered with dew, the sky pale and endless. The horses moved easily beneath you, hooves striking a steady rhythm that matched the calm between you. Jordan rode close, close enough that his knee brushed yours now and then. He reached out without looking, fingers briefly hooking around yours before returning to the reins.

A quiet touch. A promise. One of many you’d made without words. “You always ride better when it’s just us,” he said. You glanced over, the corner of your mouth lifting.

“Maybe I just like the view.” He laughed softly, blue eyes warm beneath his hat.

“I know I do.” The trail climbed, winding higher until the land opened beneath you. When you stopped at the ridge, Jordan leaned forward in his saddle, breathing deep.

He looked over at you then—not the land, not the horizon. Just You. You smiled, you could always feel his love, even if it wasn’t always physical. You could tell by the look in his eyes, his energy. He never failed to make you feel unimportant.

After the ride, you brought the horses back to the barn, got them fed and cleaned and headed back into the ranch to change before the drive home.

You reach the bedroom where your bags reside, you push the door, expecting it to shut but it stays open, just a crack.

You took of the boots first, setting them down nicely near the bed frame, making sure to not get too much dirt on the floor. You undid your belt, folding it up and setting it on the bed.

Jordyn had come to your room to tell you that he was ready to go. He was about to knock when he saw the door was open slightly. He didnt know what possessed him but he stopped in his tracks, watching you through the door frame.

You undid the button on your jeans, pulling the zipper down while pulling your jeans down passed your hips and letting them hit the floor. Jordan could feel himself getting hard from just watching you change.

His right hand went down to his crotch, palming himself slightly before taking out his cock and slowly jerking himself off.

His left hand was brought to his mouth and he sucked in a breath as you took off your tank top.

You slipped it over your head quickly and shoving it into your bag.

You unclasp your light pink bra and threw it into your bag.

You stood there, hands on your hips, in just the pink matching panties, you were driving him crazy and you didn’t even know it.

His hand flew to his mouth, attempting to silencing his soft moans, not wanting to get caught. He bit his lip and stroked himself faster as you pranced around the room, looking for the pajama shorts you brought.

“ah ha! there you are”. You said softly, seeing them under the bed.

You bent down to your knees and reached with one arm, attempting to grab it. “God” you whispered and pressed your face to the floor in agony, ass on full display, right in the doorway.

He had the perfect view. His gripped his cock tighter as he could feel himself about to finish.

You slightly wiggle to get under the bed more, your shorts just out of reach.

That pushed him right over the edge and he let out a string of soft cuss words and saying your name quietly as he came right into his hand. You finally reached your shorts and put them on quickly.

You pulled out one of Jordans shirts from your bag and slipped it over your head. He tucked his cock back into his pants and rushed to the bathroom to cleans himself up — and not get caught.

You threw your boots in your bags and pulled out your fuzzy slippers. You did a quick check around the room to make sure that you didn’t forget anything, satisfied you left out a small smile and headed outside to the car.

You threw your bag in the trunk, grabbed your blanket and water bottle from the backseat and jumped in the passenger side, setting all of your things up — getting comfortable.

Jordan came out shortly after you, setting his bags in the trunk and hopping into the drivers side. “Ready mama?” He said while starting the car. you smiled at the nickname, “yes sir” you said while smiling brightly at him. He let out a smirk followed by a slight chuckle and put the car into drive.

It was about a 3 hour car ride back to the apartment, his hand laid on your thigh, gently squeezing it every once in a while. You fell asleep about 45 minutes into the drive.

He loved watching you sleep. He always found it comforting, knowing that you felt safe with him always made his feel like he won the lottery.

You woke up to his arms unhooking your seatbelt. You rubbed your eyes, getting out of the car and streching, “home already?” You said in a sleepy voice. His right hand came up to your cheek.

“yeah, we are, I already brought the bags inside” he said while licking his lips slightly, looking down at you.

You let out a “hmpf” and wrapped your arms around him, your head nuzzed into his chest. His wrapped both arms around you and kiss the top of your head. “Still sleepy?” He said.

You nodded your head yes. “Well thats too bad.” he whispered.

He hand came up to your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His lips pressed onto yours, you kissed him back, pushing your body agaisnt his, trying to take control of the kiss.

He hated that. He was always the in one in charge and he made sure you knew. He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows and stood on your tip toes to try and kiss him again. Before you could reach his lips his hand gripped your throat and pushed you agaisnt the car. He kept a firm grip, putting you in your place.

“Cmon mama, you know better.” He gave you a kiss to your cheek and, let go and started to head towards your apartment.

You let out a huff and followed him. You entered the apartment and headed straight to the bedroom, needing the comfort of your bed.

You took off your shorts and flopped down, face first onto the bed. He came in a couple minutes after and started to undress. You lifted your head up slightly, watching him.

He chucked as he saw you lift your head up. He took his dirt stained shirt off and threw it in the corner. He went to take his belt off you sprung up from the bed and stopped him. He let out a slight

“hm?”. You pushes his hands to his sides and started undoing his belt.

“Just this once, yeah?” He said in a dominate tone. You shook your head yes and unhooked his belt. “Words.” He said loudly. “Yes sir.” you replied.

“Always so good for me mama.” he said while rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

You smiled and unbuckled his jeans and pulled them to his ankles. You stood up and went to kiss him, your hands wrapped around his neck — his hands finding your waist.

He slid his hands under your thighs and picked you up, pressing your body together and deepening the kiss. He then spun around slightly and sat down on the bed with you still straddling his lap.

You broke the kiss and began to give him soft kisses along his jawline and grind onto his lap. He left out soft noises in approval.

You pulled away, grabbed the bottom on your shirt and lifted it up and over your head, throwing it to a random spot in the room. He looked back at you with a smirk, eyes low with hunger , not even trying to hide his wandering eyes.

His hands made their way to your waist, caressing your hips.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he whispered.

You smiled in approval and gently got off of him. You bent down, took off your panties — you then wrapped your fingertips around his waistband and slowly pulled them off, making his cock spring back hitting him in the stomach.

A small laugh escaping him. You got back on top of him, you could already feel youself getting wet with anticipation.

You carefully lined him up with your entrance and slowly sunk down on him halfway, you letting out a wince.

You never really adjusted to his size. He was on the verge of being too big, especially in this posistion.

“Hey.” he said firmly “You know the rules. Eyes open.” You quickly opened them and kept eye contact with him.

You slowly sank down in the rest of him, letting out a deep breath you didnt even know that you were holding in.

You could feel his tip brusing your cervix with every slight movement. You placed both hands on his shoulders, attempting to keep yourself steady.

You began to bounce on him slightly. Still struggling to take him.

He could tell that it was too much for you. That was his favorite part. Watching your face wince as you took all of him, feeling you squeeze around him, your fingernails digging into him. He loves seeing how desprate you get. Seeing how much you take in order to please him.

Seeing how far he could take it before you tap out. You never did. No matter how hard he fucked you, how many tears flowed, no matter how rough he pulled your hair, how he would wrap both hands around your neck, turning your face bright red -- all you could do was smile.

You loved the bruises he left on you and he could tell. You were made just for him and he wouldnt never let you forget it.

He wrapped both his arms around your back, bear hugging you. He kept his grip and started to rock into you, matching your movements. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tucked your face into him. He began to pick up his pace causing you to grip his shoulder.

“J-jordan, wait I-“ he immediately cut you off, “Cmon mama…you know you can take it.” he said as he lifted your hips up and thrusting into you with a deep and steady pace.

“Show me how good you can be.” he said while kissing your collar bones.

“God.” You whimpered out while your grip moved to his hair.

“God?..You know thats not my name mama.” His hand left your back and fell you your hair, pulling it from his neck to make you look at him.

Pressing his forehead against yours while thrusting deep into you. Making sure you feel every inch of him. “Jordan.” you said softly.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer with each thrust.

"Fuck..youre so tight." You out a loud gasp as you came undone around him. Your moans turned to whimpers as he contunjed to fuck you through your orgasm. You tried to squeeze your legs shut but he grabbed them and held them open.

“You feel so fucking good, you know that?” he said into your ear.

“This pussy belongs to me yeah?” he said cockily.

“Yes….fuck jordan. i’m yours i’m yours.” you babbled out.

“That’s my girl. Tell me how good you feel…No one is ever gonna make you feel this good…Only me.” he said proudly.

“Only you…..only you” you said in between whimpers. Tightening your grip on his hair.

You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes, the overstimulation started to become overwhelming. Jordan quickly noticed and sped up his thrusts.

“There she is…that’s my girl. Let me see the tears baby….Keep makin a mess all over me” he said as his grip around you tightened.

You let out moans each time he thrust into you, hitting your cervix with ease. Your moans mixed with sniffles was music to his ears, slowly pushing him over the edge.

His thrusts became sloppier, his grip on you tightened as he came in you. Your name slipping from his mouth as his thrusts slowly came to a stop. Filling you up completely

You both sat there, taking everything in. Holding each other, breathing synchronized, giving each other small pecks on the cheeks. Foreheads still touching.

“You know…” He said while twirling a strand of your hair. “You’d make a pretty good cowgirl.” he said slowly with a slight chuckle.

“Only if you’re the horse i ride” You said with a smile while running your hands through his hair.

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tw: rough, slapping, breath play, face fucking

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keep quiet - jordan huxhold 

Jordan’s desk faced the wall, monitors glowing softly in the dim bedroom light. The quiet hum of the PC mixed with the low chatter of his friends through his headset, laughter and callouts overlapping as the game picked up speed.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, broad shoulders relaxed but focused, blond hair falling into his eyes as he tilted his head, blue gaze locked on the screen.

You lingered behind him at first, leaning against the bed, arms loosely crossed. The room felt smaller with him so absorbed—like the world narrowed down to pixels and sound cues.

You watched him for a moment, the way his hands moved easily, confidently, muscles shifting beneath his sleeves when he adjusted his grip.

Eventually, you stepped closer.

Your presence registered before you said anything. Jordan always noticed when you were near. He didn’t turn around right away, but the corner of his mouth curved upward, like he’d been waiting.

“You almost done?” you asked softly.

“Not yet,” he replied, calm and even, eyes still forward. “We’re in the middle of a match.”

You rested your hands lightly on the back of his chair, leaning in just enough that he could feel you there. “You said you wouldn’t be on long.”

“I know,” he said, finally glancing over his shoulder at you. The intensity in his eyes melted into something gentler the second they met yours “Just a little longer.”

There was a pause. The quiet kind that held meaning.

Jordan reached back, his hand finding yours without effort. He gave it a brief squeeze—reassuring, warm. “Be patient with me, yeah?”

He turned back to the game, slipping the headset slightly off one ear, like he didn’t want to shut you out completely. Every so often, he brushed his thumb against your hand, a small, grounding gesture. Proof, you still had his attention, even while he was distracted.

You rolled your eyes and lay down on the bed and put a movie on your iPad, and got comfortable under the blankets, letting out a sigh.

You finished your movie 10 minutes ago. He was still on. You got up and wrapped your arms around his shoulder, signaling that you wanted him to pay attention to you now, since it's been well after a while.

“Jordannn,” you whisper into his right ear, hoping to get his attention.

“i know i know, im almost done i swear” he pleads with you.

You stood up quickly, “You’ve been saying that all day,” tone laced with sass.

“Didn't i tell you to be patient?” he snapped back at you. You gave him a disgusted look for even talking to you like that.

“Fine,” you turn to walk away. He quickly grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap. “Okay, okay.. I'm a jerk. I'm sorry, I'm almost done i promise. Just stay right here.” He said and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

You let out a sigh and straddled his lap, arms crossed, facing him - your face buried in his neck. You started to gently kiss his neck while slowly grinding your hips against his crotch.

As you got closer to his ear, he started to let out shallow breaths - soft sighs. You left more aggressive kisses, pulling on his neck, biting hard enough to emit noises from him. He quickly muted his microphone.

“What do you think you're doing?” he said slowly with a smirk. You kissed him on the cheek and smiled proudly. “Nothin'”. He readjusted, gave you a look with a smile, and unmuted his microphone again.

You immediately slid down off his lap and took a place in between his legs under his desk. He looked down at you, gently biting his lips while chucking softly . You slid his pants and underwear down his ankles and threw them across the room.

“Be quiet, okay? We wouldn't want your friends to hear now, would we?” you said cockily with a big grin. You took him into your mouth, causing him to let out an sharp inhale.

He was big. Too big, almost. You knew your jaw was going to hurt in the morning, but it was always worth it.

You started to slowly suck his cock, using both hands to pump what you couldn't fit into your mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as he threw his head back against the chair.

He was letting out quiet moans, enough to show you that he liked it, but not enough for his friends to hear.

You closed your eyes while keeping your pace, just enjoying the moment, doing your best to make him feel good. You felt his free hand caressing your left cheek.

“Look at me..” he said in a soft but commanding voice. You met his gaze as soon as he finished speaking.

“Don't stop...put your hands by your side...yeah?” You nodded your head yes and placed your hands on your thighs, forcing them closed, doing your best to not touch yourself in front of him.

You felt his hand on the back of your head, tangled in your hair, pushing your head deeper onto his cock.

He kept his firm grip on the back of your head, not letting you up for air but you didnt even care. You were too turned on to care. You just wanted to make him feel good. You wanted him to use you.

He could feel you tensing up, signaling that you need a break. He fisted your hair and pulled you away from his cock, tipping your head back, his eyes meeting your gaze.

You were a mess, tears forming, hair a mess, lips bright red, coughing to try and catch your breath. A trail of saliva leaving your mouth.

“God. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he said while his other hand came to rest on your cheek.

“You were made for me, weren't you?” he said in a quiet voice while bringing his hand back slightly and slapping your cheek roughly, causing you to let out a whimper but not breaking eye contact.

“Say it.” he said monotone.

“i was made for you” you said.

“Louder” he said aggressively.

“i was made for you” you said in a louder but shaky voice.

Which earned you another rough slap to your cheek and he pulled you back onto his cock.

He held your head down on his cock, causing you to gag and try to pull away, which he wouldn't let you.

“Cmon...be a good girl and breathe around it...Don't you want me to feel good?” You tried to say yes, but it just came out as muffled moans, causing him to groan, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“Are you going to be good?” he said. Your muffled answer caused him to groan again. “God your so good for me sweet girl.” he said out of breathe.

He picked up his speed. Not giving you a second to adjust. He threw the controller down on the desk and grabbed your head with both hands and forced your head all the way down on his throbbing cock.

Your hands flew up to his thighs, tapping them quickly, showing him that you needed a minute. You tried to breathe around him, causing you to choke on him, saliva pooling in your mouth making you gag aggressively.

He let you up quickly. Once you got off, you immediately started coughing, letting out whimpers.

Tears stained eyes. His favorite view.

You kept stroking his cock as he bent down to you level and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“You're such a good girl,” he said as he pushed your head back down on his cock. He kept both hands on your head, thrusting up into your mouth gently. All the vibrations from your mouth were sending shivers down his spine.

His thrusts became more sloppy, and the grip he had on your hair tightened. He was close, very close. His trusted one last time, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck” he said while letting out a string of curse words and biting his lip hard. He held your head down, and his warm liquid coated your entire mouth.

You pulled your head slightly to make sure you had gotten all of it in your mouth. You pulled away from him and swallowed every last drop, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead and then a long kiss to your lips. He pulled away slightly and smiled at you, while drawing circles on your cheek. He gave you soft kisses all over your face, making sure not to miss any spots.

“You're too good to me, mama,” he said with his forehead pressed against yours.

“My perfect girl.”

hey chat! this actually took forever so let me know what yall think!! sorry if there’s any errors! i’m have a bunch more smut fics in the works so make sure to come back and check every once in a while! love ya💌 (textguard)

tw: smutttt, rough sex, slapping, choking

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eyes on me — jordan huxhold

The pulsating rhythm of the bass thrummed through my bones, vibrating the very air around us as Jordan and I pushed our way through the thrumming crowd at the outdoor arena.

Spotlights slashed across the night sky, painting everything in wild bursts of electric blue and crimson, while the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and faint summer rain hung heavy in the humid air. Jordan's tall, muscular frame towered beside me, his blonde curls catching the stage lights like a halo, his blue eyes alight with unbridled excitement as he sang along to every lyric of his favorite band's hit song.

His hand gripped mine firmly, warm and calloused from years of work, pulling me closer through the sea of bodies as if I were his anchor in the chaos. We'd been dating for months, and nights like this—immersed in his world—made my heart race with a mix of adoration and thrill, his energy infectious and all-consuming.

As the lead singer's voice soared into a powerful chorus, his gaze swept the crowd, zeroing in on us with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

The stadium erupted in cheers, but I felt Jordan tense beside me, his fingers tightening around mine possessively. "Hey, you in the front there," the singer called out suddenly, his microphone amplifying the words like a thunderclap, pointing directly at me with a grin that bordered on predatory.

"What's a beauty like you doing with a guy who's probably too busy flexing to dance?" The crowd erupted with laughter, but heat flushed through me, a cocktail of embarrassment and unexpected flattery, while Jordan's body went rigid against mine.

I could feel the low growl in his chest, his blue eyes narrowing as he glared up at the stage, jealousy flickering across his face like a storm cloud.

The rest of the set blurred into a haze of thundering drums and electric guitars, but Jordan's mood had shifted, his arm wrapping around my waist with a protective urgency that sent shivers down my spine.

By the time the encore ended and we spilled out into the cool night air, his hand hadn't left me, guiding me through the dispersing crowd with purposeful strides. The drive home was silent, charged with an undercurrent of tension that made my pulse quicken, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as streetlights streaked past.

When we finally stumbled through the door of our apartment, the air between us crackled, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce hunger that promised release.

He backed me against the wall, his body pressing hard against me, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered, "You're mine, and you know damn well that i dont share." before his lips crashed into mine in a kiss that ignited everything.

The kiss was both fierce and tender—a dance of dominance and submission that sent waves of desire coursing through your veins. His hands roamed over my body with possessive intent—one cupping my breast through my thin shirt while he unzipped it slowly to reveal more skin inch by inch.

His touch was hot and demanding against my bare flesh as he trailed kisses down my neck to my collarbone before dipping lower still. He threw you on the bed, took his shirt off slowly— letting you watch in anticipation. He crawled on top of you, peering into your eyes with a mix of lust and admiration.

His hand slowly traveled up to your face, gently caressing your cheek. He brushed his thumb over your lips, without hesitation, yoand ur lips parted. welcoming his long, thick fingers in— gently sucking while maintaining eye contact.

while lifting up your skirt, exposing you to him he dipped his head into into you neck, leaving deep kisses that trailed along your jaw. he slowly began to grind into you. his belt buckle pressing against your clit, sending electricity through you.

he let out a tsk, “wet already?” he said in a low voice. he pushed himself harder onto you and let you out a moan, causing his finger to vibrate from your mouth.

he pulled his face from your neck, and slowly took his thumb out of your mouth, a rope of saliva clung to his finger. you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

while straddling you, he then undid his belt— kissing both of your wrists gently, he turned his belt into make shift handcuffs; attaching them to the them the bed frame. The cold metal of the bed ran sent shivers down your spine.

he pulled your skirt up to your waist. he then lifted up your shirt carefully, bringing it up past your neck and tucking it into your mouth, gagging you.

“be quiet for me yeah?” he said softly. he looked at you with such hunger in his eyes seeing you so vulnerable and at his disposal. you nodded eagerly.

he got off of you gently and took off his boxers. he got in between your legs and pulled them to wrap around his waist.

you looked down as he lined up with your entrance. “hey.” he said sternly while gripping your chin. “eyes on me”.

he rough pushed into you, letting out a grunt. you whimper at the sudden sensation. after letting you adjust but only for a second, he pulls all the way out and slowly thrusts back in, giving you deep strokes, making you let out a cry and squeezed your eyes shut.

as soon as you did you felt his rough, calloused hand on your throat. “eyes on me.” he said and he applied pressure to your neck and pushed back into you.

he picked up the pace, with the other hand, he lifted your right leg and pinned it to your chest as his drilled into you.

You let out whimper after whimper as he squeezed tighter around your neck, causing you to see stars. Drool started slipping from your lips as your eyes rolled back into your head.

He gave you a slight slap to your face, not enough to really hurt you but enough to get you to pay attention to him. You look up quickly, causing him to smile widely and chuckle slighty. Pulling the shirt out of your mouth quickly. “let me hear you mama” he said

“j-’ ‘jordan” you shakly said.

“There she is...god...there's my girl.’ he said while gently caressing your face, leaning down, giving you small kisses all over your face while keeping his pace. “just stay right there, mama.’ his pace getting sloppier, eyes rolling back into his head, his arms shaking above you.

He was using you, and you loved every moment of it. Seeing how good you made him feel by simply just lying there, seeing the look on his face, the sounds he would make. Just seeing how good you made him feel, you wanted to be good. You wanted the praise. You wanted to see how far he’d take it.

‘Oh fuck...’ he whispered out. You could tell that he was so close, overwhelmed with the feeling of being inside of you. Wanting to hold on for you. He looked directly into your eyes, your soul, just taking all of you in.

He gave you one last deep stroke, causing you to bite your lip, hands attempting to grip the bedframe. His cold belt buckle is digging into your skin.

He pulled out slowly, his seed dripping from you, and your legs gently fell to the bed. You could tell that they were going to be sore the next couple of days.

He stands up and slips his underwear on while watching you from the front of the bed. You tug on the belt, attempting to free yourself. The metal clanking against each other. Your eyes locked onto his as he let out a chuckle.

He walked over and sat down next to you, his hand finding your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact. His thumb tracing your bottom lip, he said

‘you didn't think i was done, did you?’, your eyes widen slightly, mouth stays agape. He let a tsk, got down onto his knees near the side of the bed.

‘were just getting started, pretty girl,’ and pulled a black felt box up. ‘fuck.’ was the only word you could form. He let out a sigh.

“such dirty words from such a good girl. Come on love, show me how good you can be.”

hi pookies, how do we feel about this???? I wrote half on my computer and half on my phone so im sorry if the font/layout is fucked up! Genuinely took me for forever but you know i had to feed yall, hope yall like it!! mwah. 💌 (grammarly)

had off both jobs today and no school so i wrote this little blurb!! let me know what you think

just fluff ! 💌

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beach bum ~ jordan huxhold

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was the perfect backdrop for the hot, sunny day. The sand felt warm beneath your feet as you walked along the beach, the sun beating down, making everything feel alive and golden. It was one of those perfect, lazy summer days, where time seemed to slow down and everything just felt easy.

He stood a few steps behind you, his eyes following every move you made. His tall, muscled frame was clad in a simple pair of swim trunks, his blonde hair tousled by the ocean breeze. But it was his eyes—those piercing blue eyes—that seemed to captivate you the most. Every time he looked at you, it felt like his gaze was a magnet, pulling you in, making everything else around you blur.

You adjusted your beach towel on the sand, the way the sunlight caught the shimmer of your skin, your smile that made everything around him feel brighter.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come join me?” you called playfully, turning back toward him.

He smiled, pushing a hand through his messy hair, the warmth of the sun making him look even more effortlessly handsome. But his eyes—those ocean-blue eyes—never left you. “Just admiring the view,” he teased, his voice low and full of admiration. The truth was, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way the sun highlighted your features, the gentle curve of your body—everything about you had him in a trance.

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curving into that mischievous smile he loved so much. “Admiring, huh?”

“Definitely,” he said with a wink, his voice laced with affection. But the truth was, he was caught in your beauty—there was something about you that left him breathless every time you were near. The sun kissed your skin, and his thoughts lingered on how stunning you were.

He spread out a towel beside yours, settling next to you, but his gaze didn’t stray far. He admired the way the sunlight reflected in your eyes, the softness of your skin, how confident you were in your own body. Every little detail about you made his heart race, and those blue eyes of his never stopped watching you.

As you lay down on your stomach, sunbathing, his eyes followed the way your body shifted, how the sunlight made your skin glow a deeper shade of sun-kissed gold. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

Then, a group of people walked by, and their eyes lingered just a little too long on you. His jaw tightened. He didn’t like how their stares seemed to disrespect you, how they made you feel like an object instead of the amazing woman you were. His blue eyes darkened, and the protective instinct in him kicked in.

Without thinking, he stood up, walking over to you as if he couldn’t bear to let anyone look at you like that for another second. He crouched beside you, his voice quieter, protective. “You okay?”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His blue eyes were intense, almost stormy with the desire to shield you from the world. “I’m fine,” you said, a gentle smile tugging at your lips, but he could tell it meant more than just your words.

The way his eyes softened, the warmth in them, made you feel cared for in a way you’d never experienced. His protectiveness was a reminder of how much he valued you, how deeply he cared for you.

His thumb brushed your shoulder gently. “Just tired of people staring.” His gaze flickered to the group as they walked further down the beach, then back to you. His eyes softened, his voice quieter. “You deserve better than that.”

You smiled up at him, a little teasing, but you could feel the sincerity in his words. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Yeah, I try,” he said with a soft chuckle, his blue eyes still locked onto you, like he was soaking in the moment. His gaze softened, full of affection.

You reached up and touched his hand gently. “Let’s cool off in the water,” you suggested, eager to change the mood, feeling a little mischievous.

Without saying another word, he offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet with surprising ease. You laughed as he guided you toward the water, his hand strong and steady around yours. The ocean waves lapped against your feet, and he grinned, his blue eyes alight with mischief.

“Ready to get wet?” he asked with a grin, his blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “I think so.”

Before you could react, he scooped you up in his strong arms, lifting you effortlessly. “What are you—?” you gasped.

“I think it’s time for a dip,” he teased, and in one swift movement, he tossed you into the water, laughing as you squealed in surprise.

You splashed down into the cool waves, your heart racing with excitement. He stood there, clearly proud of his mischievous move, those piercing blue eyes of his sparkling with amusement as you resurfaced.

“You jerk!” you laughed, wading over to him and splashing water in his direction. But before you could push him in, he caught your wrist, pulling you closer with that strong, reassuring grip.

And then, without warning, his lips were on yours. The kiss was immediate, passionate, as if the world had melted away, leaving only the heat between you two. His hands cupped your face, pulling you deeper into the kiss, the cool water mixing with the warmth of the moment. His blue eyes seemed to burn with intensity even as they closed, lost in the kiss, lost in you.

When the kiss ended, both of you pulled away breathless. You looked into his eyes, and in that moment, it was as though you could see everything—every feeling, every unspoken word.

His blue eyes softened, and he brushed a wet strand of hair from your face, his voice low and full of affection. “Best day ever,” he whispered, his lips curling into that familiar smile you loved.

You nodded, still caught up in the electricity of the kiss, your sun-kissed skin glowing even brighter now. “Yeah,” you said softly, your voice full of meaning. “I think so too.”

And as you stood there together, the waves gently lapping against your feet, his blue eyes never left you. You knew that this was just the beginning of something even more unforgettable.

send me recommendations!! also trying to make my writing make sense more! let me know what you think!💌 (textguard)

there are no smut filled fics about jordan so i made my own!! let me know what you think! ;)

tw: slapping, rough sex, hair pulling

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bookworm ~ jordan huxhold

yours legs gently swing around in the air as you laid stomach down on top of the grey comforter that spread across you and jordan’s king bed. your in one of his black graphic t-shirts and red lace panties that peer out under the shirt everytime you stretch.

your nose is deep into a streamy romance book, completely lost in your own world — until you feel weight ontop of you, hands at your waist. a hand brushes your hair away and gently kisses at the the back of your neck.

you giggly softly and smiled, “how was you day j”,. “mm, it was good” he whispered into your neck, gently kissing behind your ear. “what are you reading doll?” he said quietly. “nothinggg” you dragged out slowly with a slight smile and quickly shut your book.

“yeah?” he peered around your shoulder — with his right hand sneaking around to grab your chin, angling it slightly to look up at him “you sure it’s nothing?..” as his hand slowly makes its way down to your neck, giving it a firm squeeze.

you give him a slight nod and gently bite your bottom lip. he lets out a sigh and slides his thumb across your bottom lip. “god your so pretty when you look up at me like that” he said quietly.

he leaned in to kiss you, you closed your eyes ready for his lips on your but they never came. you felt his breath on your lips, “keep reading then.” he said and then pulled away as you listened and opened your book back up again. you whined as you felt his weight shift as he got behind you again.

you heard the undoing of a belt buckle and a quick swoosh of a shirt coming off. you felt his hands on the back of your waist, he gently laid kissed down your spine, shoulders, and various parts of your back.

he gave you small kisses and nips at your ass and back of your thighs. teasing you with every kiss, getting closer and closer — just to stop again.

he pulled your red lace thong to the side and slid one finger in between your folds, you let out a soft whimper and bit your lip so he wouldnt hear you. you let out a small gasp as he added another finger.

he pushed both fingers into your core gently, letting you get used to them — not wanted to hurt you, yet. he pumped both fingers into and out of you at a swift pace. you let out a louder moan as he then rubbed circles over your clit with his thumb.

“jordan..” you whimpered out, trying to push yourself into his fingers. “please” you let out softly. “shh shh shh” he said in a soft but firm voice. you let out a muffled moan as he sped up his fingers.

“don’t move.” he said firmly swiftly taking his fingers out of you. you laid there still, waiting for him to touch you again. you let out a loud sultry moan as he lined up his tip with your core and entered you.

he filled you up completely and you loved every moment of it.

he stayed like that for only a second before pulling his hips back and harshly thrusting back into you again, making sure you took every inch of him. he quickly picked up his pace, slamming into you with every thrust.

you let out a cry with every thrust, gripping the sheets with your right hand while the left still had the book opened — the pages getting slowly crumpled.

he grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling your head back— making you moan even louder. “god” you let out quietly, not wanting him to hear you. his hold on your hair got rougher as he said in a slow husky voice “hm?..what was that doll?”. you let out only moans, trying to form words as he kept ruining you. he slammed into you, keeping his hold on your hair only to then stop his pace. he leaned into your right ear.

“use your words. tell me what you want doll.” you let out loud whimpers— trying to catch your breath. you whisper out, “more…..please”. he let out a little chuckle with a huge smirk rested on his face, “yeah?...you want more?, you want me to fuck you harder?” his said in a mocking tone. you frantically nod your head yes as you let out a deep breath.

he pulled back, let go of your hair and readjusted himself. he slammed into you making you scream out in pleasure, he let out a small moan. “god you feel so good around me” his whispered out causing you to shutter. he kept a quick pace, the grip he had on your hips would definitely be there tomorrow but you didn’t care, you love every single mark he leaves on your body.

each deep thrust sent electricity down your body. your orgasm was building quickly and he could tell. he loves the way he has this affect on you.

he was fucking you so hard, bed hitting the wall and with each thrust — brought tears to your eyes. you just laid there, face pressed into the mattress — taking all of it, all of him. your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth agape, letting out only whimpers and mumbles. completely come undone under him.

you slowly pulled your head up and turned to look at him, trying to signal that you were close. he saw what a blubbering mess you were, the tears running down your face, he slowed his pace down— deep, longs strokes, the type to make you go crazy. he brought his hand down and gripped your chin, looked you right in your eyes and said,

“oh there you go..there you go. let me see those tears doll, let me see how much you love it when i ruin you”. you let out a sob, more tears flowed, legs shaking so much he had to pin your legs down into the mattress.

you felt your eyes droop, leaning forward, you were ready for your body to hit the mattress. desperate for finish you started to fall — you then felt a sharp slap to the face. you let out a moan and bit your lip up and turned to face him.

he slapped you. hard. and you liked it, you really liked it.

“you liked that didn’t you?” he said between thrusts. you nod you head and he smirked. “god, you were made for me weren’t you?” you nodded— gripped the sheets harder, your fists turning white.

he turned your head forward again, forcing you to face the wall. he then brought his hand out to your mouth, toying with your lips. without hesitation you opened your mouth, he slipped middle finger in. your swirled it around your tongue, sucking on it sloppily. which always drove him crazy.

he sucked in a quick breath, thrusts becoming more sloppy — meaning he was close.

he quickly took his fingers out of your mouth and roughly pushed your headed into the mattress.

“god…you’re such a good girl for me are you? … just for me right? your only mine you hear me?” he said deeply. “yes.…god yes just for you, anything you for jordan” you stuttered out. he roughly thrusted into you one last time before unloading into you. your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

“there you go…there’s my girl” while slowing pumping in and out of you, letting you ride out your orgasm. you laid there, completely a mess, already sore as he pulled out of you with a sharp inhale.

he got off of you, gave you a kiss on your forehead and went to the bathroom. he brought back a damp, warm towel and clean you up. “you’re so perfect” he said almost as a whisper and gave you a kiss on your shoulder.

he got back onto the bed, laid next you and pulled you closer to him.

“so you finish your book yet?” he said with a toothy grin. you giggled and hid your bright red face in the pillow.

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