Page 97 of Rush of Jealousy

“I love seeing you like this.” His words come out raspy. “Laid out and open for me. Dripping with my seed. Your whole body is glistening. You are perfection, Angela. Your beauty captivates me.”

I try to sit up and feel myself leaking. Graham brings up a finger to my lips in offering.

“Taste us.”

I lick along the pad of his finger, savoring the unique taste of our combined releases. I feel my hair matted to my head and my face flushed from sweating so much. There is no way I can be as sexy as Graham just described, yet seeing him with a similar unkempt appearance is ramping up my own desire again for him. So, who am I to argue?

Multiple fingers push into me without warning, and I throw myself backward onto the fur rug, arching my back to accept the pleasure Graham doles out.

“Ahh!”

He pumps them a few times, and as soon as I think I am going to come undone, he rips them out of me.

“Dammit, I was close,” I yell.

“Do you forfeit?”

A smirk dances on my lips. “No.”

“Have it your way, Miss McFee.”

He pushes in his fingers, adding one more, judging from the fullness I feel. I writhe with pleasure, waiting for him to hook his fingers just like—

“Oh hell!” I grunt, thrusting my hips upward to try to get more friction. I am so close. And then I feel it—his mouth. I suck in air through my teeth that can’t seem to do more than just grind together. Just when I think he will finish me off, he stops. I deflate like a balloon.

“Do you forfeit?”

“Yes, dammit! I forfeit!”

Graham chuckles and then runs his tongue along my cleft until he suctions his entire mouth onto my clit. I thrash on the floor, as he holds me down from trying to roll. He breaks the seal just to scold me and give me a warning to stay still. Then he shoves his fingers inside me roughly and gets me to orgasm again, as I forfeit more than just the game.

I give my body to Graham.

He crawls up my body, kissing every part as he makes his way up to my face. Pushing back damp hair from my forehead, he gazes into my eyes that no longer have the will to stay open. I feel like I just reached the biggest high of my life.

“I win.”

“Pretty sure we both won.” I hum, feeling the bones return to my limbs. I am the laziest starfish.

He plants a kiss on my nose. “I think so too.”

When my body has feeling again, I try to sit up to see what kind of puddle I am resting in.

“Oh no…” I bite my bottom lip, feeling mortified.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I peed.”

Graham stifles his laughter. “Sweetheart, you just squirted. No pee involved.”

“Oh. I thought that type of thing was just some urban legend.”

He looks at me like I am the most interesting person on the planet. “You sure are one of a kind.”

“Thanks?”

He pulls me up by my arms and then carries me into the bedroom to rest on the bed while he pads off into the bathroom. I enjoy the view of his naked ass from my perch. The sound of running water and the sweet smell of toasted coconut and vanilla fill the air as the steam permeates the room.

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