Page 58 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

“Yes, that, too.” My hips shift, pushing me deeper on Sterling’s cock and rubbing just enough against Jack’s head that more arousal floods me.

“Promise?” I wish Jack would stop being so serious, but I like that he’s checking with me. That he cares enough to do so. That he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt me.

It’s bizarre, not what I’m used to.

Alistair didn’t care much about my mood or whether I found pleasure in something. And if I didn’t like it, he’d tell me that I had to learn to get good at taking what men want to give. And to practice giving what men like to take.

He was wrong. So wrong.

Jack pushes into me slowly, stretching me wider and filling me up. My mouth hangs open as he seats himself and takes both of my knees in his grip.

Sterling’s hands lower to cup under my ass, using the leverage to help him thrust into me. I reach back to sink a hand in his hair as his teeth press lightly into my skin.

My other hand circles the back of Jack’s neck, tipping him closer, sharpening the angle of him. God, he doesn’t even have to move. Just the pressure against those spots he found yesterday has me quaking.

I lose myself when he keeps his moves glacial. It’s like he’s fighting his own orgasm when he’s simply going to push me into mine.

I like coming. Like getting fucked again after the fact, too. It just gets better. Longer. More intense.

The double penetration works me doubly fast. I can’t catch my breath as the pleasure spreads in a wide wave. I’m crashing before I can comprehend it. Jack’s mouth is the only thing smothering my sharp cry.

My body writhes between them, seeking every pang and jolt as my sensitivity grows.

This is good. This is too fucking good.

“Fuck,” Sterling swears against my back, voicing my thoughts.

We all fall into slo-mo mode, and I relax in increments.

Rhett hovers in my periphery. His body is a warm light brown, covering sleek, lithe muscles. He’s in his boxer briefs, and they can’t hide his erection. I turn my head toward him, meeting his dark gaze.

The look he gives me zaps me again. Jack and Sterling both groan low.

I reach out for him with a hand, and he doesn’t hesitate, stepping up to the side of the couch. My hand draws up his quad to his hip. My fingers curl into his waistband.

Rhett combs his fingers through my hair. I can imagine it’s a mess, but he touches me so gently.

Dragging the fabric down his hips has two of his fingers sliding over my lips, into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I suck on them, and his lips part. It only takes him a couple of seconds to pull his length out and stroke it.

I suck a little harder and blink up at him. I’ve had a lot of practice sucking cock. And I bet I’ll enjoy doing it to him far more than previously.

His fingers slip free, and I open my mouth for him.

A shuddering breath racks him before I taste him on my tongue. Our gazes are locked as I suck him in, letting my tongue coax him further.

It doesn’t take long for him to move in a way we both enjoy—not too roughly, but he’s still fucking my face.

Sterling picks his pace up beneath me, my ass clamping down on him and prodding Jack to move, too.

God, I’ve had nightmares about this scenario, but this… this is magical. A dream. It all feels good.

Hands grab and smooth over every inch of my skin. My muscles grow loose, and they take their time making me come three more times, changing positions and rotating before they release me to the couch.

Jack crawls over me, stroking my sides and bending to kiss me soundly, sweetly. “You okay?”

I stretch against him, completely satisfied but buzzing inside. If he wants more of me, I’ll gladly give it to him. Then, I drape my hands across his muscles, testing them as my touch dips lower across his stomach and my fingers wrap around his hard length.

He stifles his groan and gives me a small smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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