Page 107 of Their Greatest Strength

My eyes roll back when she starts stroking me. “You won’t get a good measurement through my shorts.”

“Are you sure? I think I could make it work like this . . .” she mumbles, scooting an inch down my thighs. “But if you’re sure.”

I somehow manage to lift my hips at the same time shereaches for my shorts and pulls them down in the front, just enough to free my cock.

Blakely gapes at it, and I throb in response, terrified that if she touches me bare, I’ll come.

“This might be a problem,” she says on a breath.

“Why’s that?”

Cautiously, she brings her fingers to my shaft and runs a nail along the top. “It won’t fit.”

Her pupils expand when I take her hand and bring it to the base, encouraging her to grip it again, this time with nothing in the way.

“I’ll make it fit. My wife can take her husband’s thick cock, can’t she?”

“I want to make you come, Jamie,” she tells me, her speech becoming slurred with desire.

“Go ahead, Blakely. Make me cover the same hand that wears my ring with my cum.”

It’s enough motivation for her. With determination swirling around the lust in her eyes, she tightens her grip on me and starts to jack me off.

“How do you like it?” she asks, her head dropped forward to watch her work.

“Spit on it. Get it wet,” I moan.

My muscles are straining so much they’ll be sore by tonight. Showing restraint with Blakely is the greatest test I’ll face in my lifetime. Her hand is tight and smooth, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t imagining her mouth in its place.

She spits onto her fist and spreads it over my shaft before starting to stroke again. “What else?”

With the lube in play, I’m a few flicks of her wrist away from coming already. My balls draw up tight, and I spit a curse between us.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

She doesn’t make me repeat myself. In a blink, our lips are meeting, the sweet taste of her exploding in my mouth. Hertongue swipes along my bottom lip, and once I part for her, she’s taking control.

The grip on my cock grows tighter, and the strokes speed up, coaxing out my orgasm. I break away from her mouth long enough to warn her.

“Coming,” I grunt, sucking in a sharp breath at the force of the pleasure.

Throbbing in her hold, I come hard enough to see stars. Rope after rope of cum flies from the tip as I groan and watch her swap from her right to left hand through fuzzy vision.

She lets me come on her fingers, and once I realize that she’s made an effort to get it on her ring . . . Jesus Christ. The milky gleam on the diamond and over the band is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Scratch that.

I worry I’ll pass out when she lifts her hand to her mouth and uses her tongue to swipe up the cum from the diamond before looping it beneath the band and sucking the entire ring into her mouth.

“Not bad,” she murmurs, slowly bringing her eyes up to me.

“Not bad,” I echo incredulously, staring at her hand again. “In that case, you’ve missed some.”

She watches as I circle her wrist and bring the cum-slicked fingers to my mouth. One at a time, I glide them between my lips and spend too long sucking them clean.

“Jamie,” she breathes out.

“Blakely.”

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