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If I’d had thought this through, I would have propped a pillow under her hips to change the angle, but she seems to be enjoying this from her body’s reaction to me. I’m sure she’s already sore from last night’s activities, but there was no way I could walk away today without at least getting a taste and leaving her with an orgasm or two.

Wanting to draw as much pleasure from her as I can, I add a third finger, her walls clenching around them as she writhes around me, her thighs locking on either side of my head now, urging me on. I swirl my tongue, followed by a lavish lick, moving lowerto her entrance. My fingers are buried inside her, working her with a come-hither motion,my dick painfully hard, as she bucks and really begins to fuck my face with abandon.

I groan into her hot centre, my other hand pressing on herlower abdomen to keep her where I want her, desperate to lick her to completion.

An intense feral need for her to come—hard.

“Shit, Jackson... it’s too much, you need to... oh, oh, fuck!”

That’s it, let go, I think at her, keeping my gaze locked on her as she throws her head back, caught in the euphoria of the moment as she flutters around my fingers, her entire body shaking and coiled tight.

She floods my mouth and fingers, her inner walls trying to push me out as she squirts all over my face.

The noise is sinful as I continue to finger fuck her, demanding more, needing her to give herself over to me completely. And she does, so beautifully. A scream rips from her parted lips followed by her orgasm, her tight walls clenching around my fingers until it turns to tiny tremors and small aftershocks.

She twitches as I pull my fingers free, her release dripping down my chin.

“Fucking delicious,” I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and crawling up the length of her body.

Chapter Thirty-Two

LILY

“Holy shit... w-what the hell?”

I can’t believe that just happened. As if in agreement, my body releases another aftershock, my lower belly clenching.

My thighs and sheet beneath me are soaked asJackson hovers over me, his blue eyes so vivid as he studies my face with a cocky smile, the evidence of my release still shining on his chin.

His mouth is on mine before I have time to form a protest. Not that I want to, not when he looks at me like that.

I can taste myself on his tongue, and it causes another small tremor to roll through my body.

He pulls back, resting his forehead on mine, before he rolls off of me and onto his side. I try to catch my breath as Iturn my face towards him, his gaze locks on mine as he strokes my hair away from my face.

I should move and strip thebed before Iruin themattress. Embarrassment floods me at the thought, but my body currently feels like I’ve been through a deep body massage, my limbs loose like noodles.

Jackson’s knuckles stroke my cheek, his touch almostreverent—cherished. The way he’s staring at me with so much affection has my heart constricting.

“We don’t have long before we need to leave,” he says.

“Oh,” I reply, a mediocre response at best. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to rein in an impending panic attack as I try to process his words. I let out a deep breath and sit up, his hand moving to my lower back.

Last night, I managed to lose myself to Elliot and River long enough to escape my reality and allow them to consume me with pleasure. As I did with Jackson just now, but his words are like a blast of ice-cold water, the heat I was feeling from my orgasm now long gone.

The men who have come to mean so much to me are leaving to take on Richard and hopefully get Mia back unscathed. I’ve not heard from her since the phone call when I was in the hospital.

Jackson’s palm moves up and down my back, his lips moving to my ear.

“Come shower with me, and then we can eat.”

The thought of eating is the last thing on my mind, but I’m not going to pass up the offer to shower with Jackson. If it means I have a few more precious moments with him before I have to say goodbye, I’ll take them.

I glance over my shoulder.

“Yeah, okay, “I whisper and climb off the bed. I grab a hair tie off the top of my dressing table and stare at my reflection as I tie my hair into a messy bun. He watches me in the mirror. “I don’t want to get it wet,” I say before turning for the en-suite. I can feel the heat of Jackson’s body as he follows me to the bathroom, where he rounds me to switch on the shower before he begins to strip out of his joggers and t-shirt, his dick at half-mast, the ladder of piercings glistening. I bite my lip, remembering what it felt like inside me, still surprised he didn’t split me in two.

He clears his throat and smirks, causing me to look away shyly, my thighs still damp from my release, still shocked my body was able to do that. I’ve read about it, but to have it happen, it was a lot. The pressure, the build-up, the release.

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