Page 55 of Come Fill Me

“What about them?”

“Play. With. Them,” she ordered, showing him what would happen if he didn’t. She stopped squeezing his cock and fondlinghis balls.

He growled.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll play with them.”

“No, you won’t.” He pushed her hands away and bypassed her boobs, resting his hand on her mound instead, his fingers flicking her clit.

Liz’s mouth moved, but she wasn’t able to vocalize, except for a contented moan.

“Like that?” he asked.

What a dumb question. She sagged onto his chest, fully on board for him to do whatever he wanted with her.

Jacob chuckled with the ease of a man who’s finally cocksure. “Guess you do.” With that, he stopped rubbing her nub.

Liz figured his demands would come next—him ordering her to do all the work, offering vague promises to rock her world when he felt like it. Screw that. She was several steps ahead of him, snuggling closer, lowering her hand to her cunt to take care of business.

“Uh-uh.” Jacob grabbed her wrists with one hand, not letting Liz bring herself to orgasm. “You do what I say.”

“Then say something, dammit. Don’t make me wait for relief.”

He laughed.

The sound filled the room, deeper, richer than any she’d heard from him. Liz had to smile. At last, Jacob was his own man, not thinking about Zeke, only how she and he were enjoying each other.

Lifting his free hand, he licked the tip of his forefinger and ran it around her nipple.

Her areola puckered. Turning into him as much as she could, Liz breathed, “My cunt’s wet too. You should check it out. Use what’s down there instead of your spit.”

Jacob’s laughter bumped his chest into her back. “Yeah, I could. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

“My clit’s just as wet as my cunt and my mouth. Go on, touch it. See for yourself.”

He did not, moistening his fingertips with saliva, rubbing it over her nipples. They were so sensitive and erect Liz thought it might be possible for her to come this way. Hell, she was willing to give it a shot.

Jacob had other thoughts. He brushed her hair aside, kissed the ticklish area just beneath her ear, let her moan for a bit, then released her wrists and pushed up. With one hand on the side of her waist and his other poised over her clit, he waited for her to pump her body up and down his cock.

Liz wasn’t about to deny him. She cupped his knees as she had earlier, pressing down on them as she lifted herself until only his crown remained inside her sheath. Jacob responded with one stroke on her clit.

She wanted more, sliding her body back down his cock, then pulling up again, repeating the process only when he remembered to masturbate her. Soon, they worked as a team, coaxing their climaxes closer even as they struggled to resist, not wanting the end to arrive quickly.

It did, as impossible to stop as the person one falls in love with. The risks one’s willing to take to keep that individual free from harm.

Swells of pleasure washed over Liz, her body shivering with the glorious release, the same as Jacob’s. While he continued gasping and groaning, she slumped over his leg, needing to lie down.

He made a noise of protest as her foot kicked his shin and his cock slipped out of her.

“Sorry,” she panted then swallowed and continued. “Give me a minute, and I’ll stuff you back inside.”

Listlessly, he patted her ass as though to sayokay.

Fighting giggles, she rolled away from him, facing the door. The bed frame stopped squeaking, allowing other sounds to emerge. Liz heard the slap of feet continuing down the hall, moving closer to this room. Not Kele. These noises came from someone taller, heavier. Definitely a man.

Holding her breath, she watched the knob turn. The wood made a brief cracking sound, the hinges squealing as the door swung open.

Zeke stepped inside.

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