Page 54 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

His thumbs sink deeper into my thighs, spreading them as far apart as they’ll go, holding me open while he eats me out like he owns every inch of me. His tongue teases around the rim, then flattens, and I shudder above him.

“That’s it. Let me have it, baby. Let me get you messy.”

I sob. There’s no finesse left in me—no pretense, no restraint, just pureneed. My body is shaking, my thighs are slick and quivering, and my pussy clenches around nothing as he drags his tongue back up. His mouth closes over my clit and he sucks; slow at first, then tight and rhythmic. I jerk forward on instinct, trying to escape the onslaught, but he growls before he yanks me back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he mutters. “You’re gonna take every fucking second.”

Then I feel it—his fingers.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs. “Fuck, baby. This pussy’sbegging.”

I choke on a moan as he slides inside without resistance. I clench and jolt as he curls them just slightly, hitting something electric deep inside.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “You like it right there, don’t you?”

He sets a rhythm that’s slow at first, each thrust matched with the obscene sounds of his tongue still working my clit. His other hand doesn’t stay idle, though. It trails away between the slick mess of my thighs until it drags gently against my ass. He circles me with his slick-coated thumb, gently teasing while his fingers fuck into my cunt, his tongue still flicking and sucking.

“Too much?” he asks, but he already knows the answer.

I shake my head frantically. “Don’t stop. Jace,don’t stop—”

He groans, andthat’swhen he presses his thumb deeper. It's just the tip, but it's enough to make my whole body jerk.

The stretch is as filthy as it is perfect, and he works both of my holes slowly, his tongue relentless on my clit, his breath ragged between growls.

“You like that?” he rasps. “Fucking stuffed for me, baby. Look at you.”

I do.

The mirror iscruel. I’m flushed, ruined, hair stuck to my cheeks, back arched like a bitch in heat; and behind me—fuck—he’s still massive. On his knees, muscles tense, face buried between my legs. The look in his eyes is pure hunger, pure possession.

“I can feel you trying to hold it back,” he growls. “Don’t. Let me have it.”

He pumps his fingers deeper, his thumb stroking tighter, his mouth locking over my clit and suckinghard. My legs tremble violently as my arms give out. I’m pressed fully to the mat, panting and sobbing, trying to hold myself together and failingmiserably.

“Please—Jace, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls into me. “Youwill.”

“Jace,” I gasp. “Oh my god—”

My thighs clamp down as my orgasm washes over me. Mybody curls in while he works me through it, groaning into my cunt as though he’s getting off on the way I break, like my pleasure is the thing he’s been chasing all along.

I sob, breathless and boneless, twitching with aftershocks. He finally eases off, kisses my thighs like a fucking gentleman, licks one final stripe up my center, then stands to his full, ridiculous height. His cock is visibly straining against his shorts, and our eyes meet again.

“Cool-down stretch,” he smirks. “Told you it was good for you.”

His palm drifts over the curve of my ass in a warm, possessive touch—

Then he smacks it, loud enough to echo.

I jolt with a noise that isn’t even a word.

“Goddamn,” he drawls. “Look at that form. Back arched, knees just wide enough—textbook.”

“You’re insufferable,” I rasp.

“Uh-huh.” He bends to murmur against my shoulder, the words smug and sinful. “And you’restilldripping on my mat, sweetheart.”

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