Page 52 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

“Sloane.” His tone is chiding. Questioning.

His hold on me changes as his fingers sink into my hair and his mouth catches mine in a demand. A show. Last time wasn’t a ploy. Well, it was, but that’s not all it was.

This doubles down on it. The intensity of it should scare me, but it has me curling around him instead. And before I know we’re moving, my back hits the edge of a bed.

Every piece of him is hard, muscles flexing as his body rolls against mine. This is closer to what I expected, but I can practically feel his energy vibrating under my touch.

My legs wrap around his hips, and a flash of heat hits me by surprise. How can I have just had an orgasm and be so ready to start again so soon? The hard length of him presses into sensitive flesh, drawing a soft moan out of me.

Jack’s big hand slides between my legs, rubbing me over my shorts. Without underwear, his fingers splay my swollen folds and dip gently into me. “Sweet fucking Christ.”

After another few strokes, he pulls at the ties and dips his hand beneath the waistband, brushing my bare folds. He sucks in a deep breath and lifts his gaze to mine. I’m not sure what he sees when he looks at me, but I’m consumed by the hunger in him as he sinks a finger inside me.

I bite my lip as his finger works around until he hits a spot that shoots pleasure deep and drops my mouth open.

His jaw clenches, eyes shuttering until his gaze drops to where his hand disappears under the jersey fabric.

Slowly, he works another finger into me. The fabric shifts and pools behind his wrist to give me the perfect view of him fingering me, prodding a spot that I didn’t know I had and making me feel like liquid heat.

He digs in a little deeper, nudging as far as he can. My hips spread for him out of instinct, and he groans, lifting those vibrant eyes back to mine.

The determination in his gaze makes me shake.

“There’s a spot deeper, but I can’t reach it with my fingers.”

Jack tunnels his digits into me with long strokes as he leans forward to kiss me again. His fingers slip out of my core as his tongue dives into my mouth.

He’s got me trembling with need, clinging to his shoulders before I feel him shift away.

I’m going to punch him if he leaves me hanging now. But then the hot press of his cock traces along my slick pussy, and I’m arching in need.

God. Yes. Please.

Mouth dropping from mine, he nudges me with his nose the same way he’s nudging me with the head of his cock. “Is this okay?”

That lances through my usual armor, and I nod, grabbing at his shirt to pull him closer. As much as he can read me, he still asks. Fuck, why do I like how contradictory it is, how his entire personality seems to be filled with them?

It only takes a few small moves before he’s able to seat himself fully. Without giving me time to adjust, his hips start a steady rhythm. I barely have time to clamp my lips closed on a cry.

He’s stretching me out in the most exquisite way. The stern line of his jaw and flaring of his nostrils have me grasping the back of his neck and tipping us together.

“You feel so good.” Voice raw, light, Jack’s grip on me tightens, squeezes, and relaxes.

Hooking a hand under my knee, he tilts my hips up, sharpening the angle of his thrusts until he’s tapping deeper. Another small shift and I’m gasping, overpowered by the ecstasy flashing brightly.

“There it is.”

“Oh, my God, Jack.”

He focuses on digging and pressing into that spot that has me floating, toes curling. I don’t want this to end. It’s so much, and I want every second of it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sloane.”

I feel beautiful, electric, like ecstasy incarnate.

Determination lines Jack’s features, and the way he looks at me…

He’s watching as the world cracks open, tipping me back, curling me in on myself as his cock pumps into me. And my orgasm is this long, drawn out crash that leaves me shaking in his grasp.

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