Page 44 of Surrender

“Yeah.” He laughs triumphantly. “Your cunt just clamped down on my fingers like a vise at whatever you were just thinking.”

It did. It really, truly did. “You’re going to kill me.”

“What a good fucking way to go.”

His mouth returns despite my fingers twisted in his hair, and he begins toeat. His talented tongue passes over my clit to lap at the space around where his fingers are buried inside me. The combination of being filled without thrusting and his tongue moving around the sensitive area produces a steady throb between my legs.

He slides his fingers out, and I nearly weep.

My jaw opens to protest the loss when he attacks my pussy with a ferocity I’ve only ever read about. Lips, teeth, tongue—they all work together. He groans against me, the vibrations only adding to what the rest of his mouth is doing. He plunges his tongue inside, fluttering it deep only to remove it and lick a strip to my clit. Gentle nips and soothing licks accompany the symphony he’s directing.

My thighs seize and burn with the need to clench tight around his head. One hand slaps out at the empty space beside me while the other moves to my naked breast. I squeeze and knead the mound of flesh, then whimper, “I’m going to come again.”

He groans. “Ride my face, Whitney,” he orders gruffly.

I lift my hips to comply, grinding against his mouth and tongue. Shifting between my thighs draws my focus. Jack is propped up on one elbow, his face buried in my pussy, and his other arm moves rhythmically at his waist.

He’s stroking himself. He’s getting off on the taste of me. I don’t know why I find that so hot, but it is, and my body agrees if the wetness spilling from me is any indication.

Knowing he’s enjoying this nearly as much as me brings a heady rush. My fingernails scrape over his scalp as I plunge my fingers back through his hair and drag him hard against me, riding his tongue.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

As the waves crash over me, I hold my breath and bite back a scream. My vision reduces to black pinpricks as my pussy throbs in time to my pulse.

I come back to a weight moving up over my chest. Jack looks down at me, his mouth glistening in the fire’s glow. He wipes his chin on his shoulder before nuzzling his nose behind my ear. Blunt teeth tease the lobe, sending another wave of tremors through my body.

“You taste fucking divine.”

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Jack

I’ve never felt this way before in my entire life. The spitting fire is drowned out by a chorus of Whitney’s gasps and whimpers playing in my head on a loop. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sounds. Despite her hesitation about how her body looks, she let me draw noises from her that most women would shy away from. And the way she rode my face? It makes me want to sit her on top of it and refuse to come up for air until she comes twice more.

She thought I might kill her with pleasure, but this sweet single mom will be the absolute death of me. Twelve hours might not be enough for all I want to do to her. All the positions I want to fuck her in and feel her wrapped around my cock.

A steady palm wrapping tight around said appendage draws the air from my lungs. I grunt and gaze down into a set of liquid honey eyes and a coy smile.

She flutters her lashes. “My turn?”

I lazily catalog her features. The flushed cheeks and bright eyes and fresh-fucked hair. I slide my fingers through, smoothing down some of the wayward strands, and cup her gently beneath her ear. “Nothing is off-limits. I’m all yours for the night.”

Her eyes flash heatedly, and I swear she purrs.

I run my thumb along her jaw and brush the pad over those pouty lips about to be wrapped around me. Her tongue darts out to lick my thumb. A bolt of arousal twitches my cock in her palm. She squeezes once before unfurling her fingers to retreat a few feet across the floor where she left her beer.

I watch her sexy naked hips sway as she goes. Overwhelming lust at her gorgeous curves dominate my thoughts.

“Thirsty?” My voice is gritty with arousal.

“You have no idea.” Her eyes darken in the firelight, and her beer bottle thuds against the end table.

I give myself an anticipatory stroke.

She immediately advances a step in response.

I cock an eyebrow. “No, pretty girl. Get on your knees for me and crawl.”

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