Page 95 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 4

Jack centered the fat head of his cock at my entrance, gripped my hips, and plunged all the way to the hilt.

We both cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He pulled back and then thrust home again, his balls slapping my pussy.

I pushed back as he rode me hard.

One of his hands threaded through the roots of my hair, and I arched into the pressure, going up onto my toes as he impaled me over and over with his thick cock.

“Jack, Jack, Jack…I’m gonna…” I gasped as he jackhammered into me, stretching my channel brutally, hitting that sweet spot inside of me until I was keening and wailing as I came.

“Jeg elsker deg.”I love you, Jack hissed through his teeth as he thrust home. His entire body convulsed against mine, his chest falling to my back. “Jeg elsker deg,” he whispered, breath fanning my ear as we both panted.

“I love you too.” I smiled and then closed my eyes, sated and happy.

He eased off my back and swiveled his hips, almost as though stirring the pot.

“What are you doing?” I chuckled, amused at his actions.

“Making sure it’s all in there,” he whispered distractedly, still working his softening cock within me.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” I snorted and then pressed my forehead to the wooden worktable he’d bent me over.

“I think we should go home, shower, make dinner, put TJ to bed and continue working on this,” he said, still swirling his hips.

I sighed, enjoying the feeling of him gently playing with my body.

“Okay.” I snapped my hips back hard enough to dislodge him. Then I pulled up my underwear and shorts not giving a shit I was going to be a mess when we finally did make it home.

He did the same.

“Let’s go get our boy,” I hooked my arm with his.

We made it back to the patio where Dad was in full bubble blowing mode. TJ was split between running after the chickens and ducks or popping the bubbles.

Mom’s head rose as she pointed at one of them and then her gaze landed on us. “You didn’t even make it to the car, did ya?”

I shook my head grinning. “She-shed.”

“Nice,” mom praised me with a wink.

Jack’s entire face was beet red as he crouched and opened his arms calling for TJ.

“Dada Yak!” TJ screeched and then ran into him. “Boble,” he pointed to a shimmering, glistening orb, which popped the second he touched it. “Booobbllleee!” TJ squealed.

“Bub-ble” Jack corrected in English. “Boble, in Norwegian. Bubble in English,” he explained.

We’d agreed to speak both English and Norwegian to TJ. We didn’t want him forgetting anything he’d already learned in preschool, nor did we want him forgetting his own language. So most of the time, Jack explained what things were in English and Norwegian which helped all of us learn more.

“Well, thanks Mom and Dad. We’re gonna take TJ home and make dinner.”

“Oh, Autumn wants to talk to you more about entering the auction. She said she wasn’t getting a response from your friend Alana.”

“Alana’s on break,” I said, not wanting to share all we’d heard about what Alana and Christophe had gone through with that Russian psycho and his daughter Bianca. “Jade’s running the next auction. I’ll give her Jade’s information.”

“Say bye to grandmom and grandpop,” Jack instructed.

TJ waved. “Bye, bye.”

“We love you, grandson,” my mother said, waving wildly. My father put his arm around her, and they both waved as we left.

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