“Christ, the way he moved. He made her see stars. He didn’t thrust. He rocked. Undulated. Varied pressure. Moved her hips to his strokes. Like a dance. The same way he kissed. This wasn’t a fuck. It was an art.” — Skye Jordan Copy Share Image
“He broke the kiss. “If you don’t stop,” he murmured, “I’m going to come in your hand.” She met his eyes. Hers were gold… — Skye Jordan Copy Share Image
“JAX: I like the fiery, fast sex so passionate your vision blurs. JAX: I like wild, frantic, have-to-have-you sex that burns you alive. JAX:… — Skye Jordan Copy Share Image
“I know”—he lowered his voice and stepped closer, now only six inches away—“that any man who’d had you give his cock a chocolate massage,… — Skye Jordan Copy Share Image
“We were opposites in so many ways, but we loved each other in spite of our differences. We loved each other’s unique personalities, you… — Skye Jordan Copy Share Image
“When her sounds of pleasure faded and she grew heavy in his arms, he pulled from her body and raised his hand to slide… — Skye Jordan Copy Share Image
“It’s easy to screw around with people you don’t care about. There’s nothing at stake. But playing that game with someone who fills a… — Skye Jordan Copy Share Image
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on you,” he whispered, kissing her temple, her hair. “Lick you everywhere … Thank God we have… — Skye Jordan Copy Share Image
“This was a woman who loved to suck cock. And the difference from a woman who did it as a favor or a chore… — Skye Jordan Copy Share Image
