I’ve always had a thing for older men, and Jordan was no exception. At 25, I might’ve been half his age, but I knew how to play the game. I caught his eye at the bar, batting my lashes and sipping my drink suggestively.
“You know, I’ve always had a thing for daddy types,” I purred, leaning in close enough for him to catch a whiff of my perfume.
Jordan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh really? And what makes you think I’m into that sort of thing?”
I bit my lip, letting my eyes drift down to his crotch before meeting his gaze again. “Just a hunch,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in, his hand brushing against my thigh. “Well, you’re a very naughty girl, aren’t you?”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “The naughtiest,” I confirmed, my voice thick with desire.
With that, Jordan leaned in and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting the sweetness of the cocktail I’d been sipping. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair.
He broke the kiss, panting slightly. “Let’s get out of here,” he growled, his voice rough with need.
I nodded eagerly, my body already aching for him. He took my hand and led me out of the bar, his grip firm and possessive. I followed him willingly, my mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
As soon as we were in his apartment, Jordan pinned me against the wall, his hands roaming my body. I gasped as he cupped my breasts, my nipples hardening beneath his touch. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck.
I moaned, arching my back to press myself against him. “Please,” I begged, my voice barely audible.
Jordan chuckled, his hands moving to my waist. He lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire.
“You want me to fuck you, baby girl?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
I nodded eagerly, my body aching for him. “Yes, please,” I begged, my voice barely audible.
Jordan grinned, his hands moving to his belt. He undid it slowly, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. I watched, my eyes wide with anticipation as he stripped off his clothes.
His cock sprang free, hard and thick. I licked my lips, my pussy aching with need. Jordan smirked, his eyes never leaving mine as he moved towards me.
He knelt on the bed, his hands moving to my thighs. He spread them wide, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of my soaking wet pussy. I moaned, arching my back as he leaned in to taste me.
His tongue flicked out, teasing my clit as his fingers slid inside me. I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure as he worked me over. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body begging for release.
“Please,” I begged, my voice barely audible. “I need you inside me.”
Jordan chuckled, his fingers still working their magic. “Patience, baby girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my inner thigh.
I whimpered, my body aching for him. He finally relented, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his cock. I gasped as he filled me, my body stretching to accommodate him.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. I moaned, my hands moving to his chest as I tried to match his rhythm. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body begging for release. Jordan must’ve sensed it too because he leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.
I came hard, my body shaking with pleasure as I clung to him. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own release. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies still tangled together.
Jordan chuckled, his hand moving to stroke my hair. “You’re a very naughty girl, Polly,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
I grinned, my eyes still hazy with pleasure. “Only for you, daddy,” I replied, my voice teasing.
He chuckled, his hand moving to cup my cheek. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.
I smiled, snuggling closer to him. “And don’t you forget it,” I replied, my voice teasing.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies still tangled together. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep, content in the knowledge that I had found my perfect match.
I’ve always had a thing for older men, and Jordan was no exception. At 25, I might’ve been half his age, but I knew how to play the game. I caught his eye at the bar, batting my lashes and sipping my drink suggestively.
“You know, I’ve always had a thing for daddy types,” I purred, leaning in close enough for him to catch a whiff of my perfume.
Jordan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh really? And what makes you think I’m into that sort of thing?”
I bit my lip, letting my eyes drift down to his crotch before meeting his gaze again. “Just a hunch,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in, his hand brushing against my thigh. “Well, you’re a very naughty girl, aren’t you?”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “The naughtiest,” I confirmed, my voice thick with desire.
With that, Jordan leaned in and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting the sweetness of the cocktail I’d been sipping. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair.
He broke the kiss, panting slightly. “Let’s get out of here,” he growled, his voice rough with need.
I nodded eagerly, my body already aching for him. He took my hand and led me out of the bar, his grip firm and possessive. I followed him willingly, my mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
As soon as we were in his apartment, Jordan pinned me against the wall, his hands roaming my body. I gasped as he cupped my breasts, my nipples hardening beneath his touch. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck.
I moaned, arching my back to press myself against him. “Please,” I begged, my voice barely audible.
Jordan chuckled, his hands moving to my waist. He lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire.
“You want me to fuck you, baby girl?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
I nodded eagerly, my body aching for him. “Yes, please,” I begged, my voice barely audible.
Jordan grinned, his hands moving to his belt. He undid it slowly, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. I watched, my eyes wide with anticipation as he stripped off his clothes.
His cock sprang free, hard and thick. I licked my lips, my pussy aching with need. Jordan smirked, his eyes never leaving mine as he moved towards me.
He knelt on the bed, his hands moving to my thighs. He spread them wide, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of my soaking wet pussy. I moaned, arching my back as he leaned in to taste me.
His tongue flicked out, teasing my clit as his fingers slid inside me. I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure as he worked me over. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body begging for release.
“Please,” I begged, my voice barely audible. “I need you inside me.”
Jordan chuckled, his fingers still working their magic. “Patience, baby girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my inner thigh.
I whimpered, my body aching for him. He finally relented, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his cock. I gasped as he filled me, my body stretching to accommodate him.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. I moaned, my hands moving to his chest as I tried to match his rhythm. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body begging for release. Jordan must’ve sensed it too because he leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.
I came hard, my body shaking with pleasure as I clung to him. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own release. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies still tangled together.
Jordan chuckled, his hand moving to stroke my hair. “You’re a very naughty girl, Polly,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
I grinned, my eyes still hazy with pleasure. “Only for you, daddy,” I replied, my voice teasing.
He chuckled, his hand moving to cup my cheek. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.
I smiled, snuggling closer to him. “And don’t you forget it,” I replied, my voice teasing.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies still tangled together. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep, content in the knowledge that I had found my perfect match.
