Page 98 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
She steps back until her calves bump the mattress, then sits. I strip fast—shirt, jeans, briefs. I’m already hard. Fully. My cock juts up, thick and long, the tip already slick. When her eyes drop to it, her thighs instinctively press together.
Jax and Cole undress next. Jax’s cock is wide and flushed, already leaking. Cole’s is longer, heavier, head dark and swollen. She drinks all of it in with flushed cheeks and parted lips.
I step in, palms sliding slowly up her thighs, savoring the feel of her warm, silky skin. She’s already trembling under my touch—vulnerable, aroused, and completely mine. “Lie back,” I command, my voice low and rough.
She obeys instantly, scooting up the bed with a sinuous grace that makes my cock twitch. Her legs fall open for me, revealing that glistening, needy heat between her thighs. I settle between them, reverent and ravenous, and press a kiss low on her belly—right over where our baby is growing.
She lets out a soft breath, one hand reaching down to thread through my hair. The moment is intimate, almost tender.
Then I shift lower.
I spread her with my thumbs, taking my time, exposing her inch by aching inch. She’s soaked. Slick and swollen and perfect. I drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit—slow and firm, like I’m tasting her for the first time.
She jolts violently.
“God,” she cries out, fists twisting in the sheets above her head as her hips jerk. Her back arches off the bed, legs already quivering.
I do it again. Harder. Slower. My tongue curling, circling, teasing until she’s panting and writhing under my mouth. I fuck her with my tongue until she’s begging without words, just broken moans and desperate gasps.
Then I suck her clit between my lips.
Her thighs clamp tight around my head, trapping me in her heat. I groan into her, loving the way she locks me in place. I slide two fingers into her, thick and deep, and her pussy clenches around them like a fist. She’s so wet I can feel her dripping down my wrist.
I curl my fingers just right, dragging them along that perfect spot deep inside her. Her entire body spasms.
Cole appears beside her, brushing damp strands of hair off her flushed face. His voice is low, commanding, possessive. “Let him finish you. Then I want your mouth.”
Jax stands behind her head, stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on her pussy like he’s watching a fucking miracle unfold.
She’s close. I feel it in the way her walls pulse around my fingers, in the helpless way her hips twitch, trying to ride my mouth even harder. She’s gasping, moaning my name, lost in it.
I growl and suck harder, flicking her clit with tight, ruthless strokes of my tongue. She starts to come apart—legs locking, toes curling, her voice cracking with the force of it.
Then she breaks.
She screams my name, body convulsing as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy clenches so hard around my fingers that it steals the breath from my lungs. Her cries echo off the walls, raw and wild and perfect.
I slow my movements, easing her down gently, licking her through the aftershocks until she’s twitching from oversensitivity, her body limp and trembling.
I slide my fingers out slowly, watching the way her slick coats them. I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean, one finger at a time, never breaking eye contact with her.
She watches me with dazed, blown-out eyes, lips parted, chest heaving.
I grin, dark and hungry. “Flip her.”
Cole doesn’t hesitate. He grabs her by the waist and turns her easily, guiding her up onto her hands and knees. She rises like she was made for this—back arched, ass high, legs spread wide, dripping and ready. Her body’s flushed and shaking from the orgasm I just gave her, but she’s not done. Not even close.
Jax climbs up behind her, stroking himself once before lining up with her soaked entrance. His eyes are locked on her, hungry.
“You ready for this?” he asks, voice thick with restraint.
She glances over her shoulder, dazed and wrecked. “Yes. Please.”
He pushes in slowly, groaning low as he fills her. I watch, hypnotized, as her pussy stretches around him—tight, slick, beautiful. She gasps, her spine arching deeper as he bottoms out.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Jax grits, pulling back just enough before slamming back in with a force that jolts her forward.
Cole steps in front of her, stroking his cock before tapping it against her lips. “Open up, baby.”
