Page 43 of Surrender

“Better.” He thrusts in to the first knuckle. “Again.”

“I’m beautiful.”

The finger fully glides in and out, stopping before completing the next inward thrust. “Again.”

“I’m beautiful.” My voice grows stronger.

Two fingers this time, sliding deep and curling up against my inner walls. Jack grunts and drops his forehead to my thigh. “Fuck yeah, you are.” He’s pumping them now, slow and steady, and the wave rises within me. “Say it.”

“I’m beautiful!” I cry out, my legs beginning to tremble.

“So beautiful like this, squeezing my fingers like you’re going to come. Can you take another one?”

I nod against the pillows. “Y-yes,” I nearly sob, twisted so tight I might completely shatter.

Three fingers poise at my soaked entrance. “Whitney,” he growls in warning.

“I-I’m beautiful!” My voice shakes, choking on the words as he plunges all three fingers inside me. “Oh god.”

He watches my face as his pace increases. His gaze is like a hot caress. The inventiveness is a little jarring, if only because I haven’t had it before. Nobody’s looked at me like this while giving me pleasure. Hell, nobody’s even given me this much pleasure, and I haven’t even had an orgasm yet.

As if reading my thoughts, Jack holds down my knee with one elbow and twists his wrist, dragging those three fingertips over a sensitive spot inside that liquefies my bones and pulls my muscles taut all at once. My eyes roll back and my neck arches, tipping my chin to the ceiling as a ragged cry falls from my lips.

The pressure on my knee disappears only to reappear over my mouth.

“Shh. You don’t want to wake the kids.”

My eyes find his, locking on those molten irises. The desire I feel inside reflects back at me. Jack removes his palm and teases his index finger on the seam of my mouth. Tentatively, I open for him, and he slides the digit inside to settle on my tongue.

His eyes roll back, and he groans. “Can you be quiet, or do I need to fill your mouth?”

My heartbeat pulses throughout my entire body, clenching around his fingers still buried deep. At my hesitance, he lets out a quiet and grated, “Fuck.”

“We’ll do that later. Right now, I need to make you come.”

I bite my lip as my body bows, his attention increasing down below. He keeps me spread wide, his hand returning to my knee to keep it pinned to the ground while his shoulder pushes against my other thigh until my calf rests on his broad shoulder.

A flush spreads through me at the obscene sounds his fingers make dragging through the evidence of my arousal. Before I can latch onto the embarrassment, he does something with his fingers that sends a tremor through my legs, and then his warm, wet mouth latches directly over my clit.

I just have the presence of mind to slam a pillow over my mouth and scream his name into it as I detonate like a nuclear bomb—a white flash of light, an explosion, and shock waves are all part of the experience.

Did I just black out? I think I blacked out. My ears hum with my pulse. I throw the pillow off my head, and the glow of the fire returnslight to my consciousness.

“J-Jack,” I gasp.

He’s still there, his unmoving fingers pressed deep and his tongue lazily circling my clit. Looking between the valley of my heaving tits, I meet his feral gaze.

“Such a pretty girl when you come.” Still watching me, he sucks on my clit and swirls his tongue around the swollen bud.

My hips jerk skyward, still restricted by his elbow and shoulder, and my fingers dive into his hair. “I’m too sensitive.”

“You’re going to give me another.”

“I don’t think I have another,” I pant.

“You gave me twelve hours.”

Twelve hours? We established that we had twelve hours. I didn’t say he could fuck me for all of them—Oh!

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