Page 57 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

Rhett stills under me. I’m dripping with his cum. Does that mean Jack will take his place, or will Sterling have me all to himself for a moment? But Rhett doesn’t go anywhere while Sterling holds me in place and plunders my ass.

I’ve never genuinely enjoyed anal, but it seems like everything these men do to me harnesses my pleasure and drags me into a realm I’ve never known existed.

Sterling prolongs my pleasure, extending my climax into a lazy burn that goes on and on and on, spreading through every molecule of my existence.

But slowly, he comes to a stop and pulls out, helping me off Rhett, whose cum drips down my thighs.

Sterling swings around to the couch, his cock pressed between my cheeks and teasing me with an echo of the sensations he just plied me with.

“I hope your couch is scotch guarded.” I like knowing I can tease him.

“Of course, it is.” I can hear him smiling, although I doubt the one on his face is barely there at all.

It doesn’t take more than a few more seconds for him to slide his cock back into my ass.

My head falls back, and I bite off a moan as he builds a slow, steady pace.

Mouth near, he plants a kiss against the shell of my ear. “You are so beautiful, I can barely stand it. Can barely take my eyes off you…”

His words make me warm inside, different from the sexual heat already thrumming through my core to overstimulate me. No, these are words that sex merely unlocked in the stoic man. He believes them or he wouldn’t say them.

I’m surprised when Jack doesn’t jump up to settle himself between my thighs. He’s been sitting beside us, watching his friends, his team, fuck me.

His features are lined with amusement and desire.

Sterling is in no rush to end this, and I’m glad. Because I am alive with sensation. I’ve never felt so anchored in the world and yet outside of it.

I enjoy Sterling pumping into my ass, but my core is empty, and by God, I want to see Jack show me the same kind of passion and need as he did last night. I want him to be tearing through my boundaries to get to me.

When I meet his gaze again, he must see it in me. Really, he can see almost anything, I think.

He slides to his knees between mine, his big hand cupping my face before planting a kiss on my mouth. “You okay?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“You want more?”

A grin cracks across my face, and he reflects one back at me. “Yes. Please.”

Sterling laughs beneath me, planting soft kisses to the back of my neck and shoulder. “Smart. Beautiful. Knows what she wants.”

His words fill me with joy and anticipation. Because I want everything. I want to try everything possible.

Everything I wasn’t allowed before. Everything I did before under pressure. All of the things that didn’t feel good but Alistair wanted.

Each of these three have already shown me in twenty-four hours that they will take care of me, be sure I’m enjoying myself.

It’s like my wildest dream. I won’t be surprised if I wake up in the morning and it never happened.

Jack’s wide palms caress the insides of my thighs reverently. Then, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Finally, I get to see some skin. He preens under my hands as he releases himself from his jeans.

Sterling lifts one of my knees in his hand, and Jack lifts the other, dragging himself through my folds. I’m more than wet. I’m sopping.

Still, Jack pauses, poised to thrust into me. “This okay?”

I’m exasperated, but he looks like he needs my answer. “Yes. I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel good.”

“Or if you don’t want it.”

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