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I growled, pushing down my boxers so that we were both fully naked. “Get over here.”

Whitney approached slowly, taking her time, teasing me. As I soaked in her milky skin, I reached for her, one hand going behind her head, the other finding her waist. But it didn’t stay there long, moving its way up to her breast, her beaded nipple already hard under my touch. I rolled it in between my fingers and Whitney arched her back in response. “More,” she muttered, her lips once again finding my neck, but then I bent down to suck her nipple in my mouth, pulling just a little to make her moan.

Her hands went searching, finding my hard cock with a hiss. From me, from her, I wasn’t sure, but I let her pump my length a few times before it felt too good to let her continue.

Connecting my forehead to hers I said, “I’m going to come like a schoolboy if you keep doing that, Sprinkles.”

Her warm chuckle reverberated off my chest, as she planted more kisses there. “Then you better do something about that.” Her wicked hand continued to run up and down my shaft, making my mind go blank. I needed a condom, and I needed it now.

I planned to make this more special, or at least take place in my bed. But the living room would work just fine.

I found my pants on the ground, digging through my wallet until I procured the little square foil wrap I had been searching for. “Gotcha.”

Whitney bit her lip. “Oh, thank god.”

I tossed the wallet on the coffee table as Whitney snatched the wrapper from out of my hands, peeling it quickly and rolling it onto my length with a level of skill I didn’t want to think about how she’d acquired.

With the condom in place, I ran my hand down Whitney’s back, turning her around so that her back met my chest. “I want to take you like this,” I said, palming her pert ass. The smoldering look over her shoulder gave me all the permission I needed. I moved her so that she faced the arm of the couch, and pressed her back down to lower her, her hands finding the arm of the couch to hold on to. Without prompting she spread her legs shoulder distance apart, granting me full access to her cunt.

I dropped to my knees to lick and prod and suck on her, my fingers entering her slowly as she clenched around me. I pulled back slightly to playfully bite her ass. “You are so ready for me.”

“Please, Jack.” She groaned my name, pushing her hips back. Hearing my name on her lips while she looked like this set me over the edge. Without waiting another second, I stood up and entered her in one fierce move, meeting her at the hilt.

She almost fell forward, but I grabbed her to steady her.

“Jesus.” She swore, my hands holding tightly to her hips to make sure she had her balance. “Don’t you dare stop moving, Montgomery.”

So I didn’t. I plunged into her, feeling her tight walls suck my cock with abandon. The most incredible feeling in the world.

Whitney bucked against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. My hands roamed feeling the weight of her breasts, then when she demanded more, grabbing her ass as I changed angles. “I’m almost there,” she let me know, sending me into overdrive. I kept up the grueling pace and only when I heard her heady breaths and felt her body shiver did I finally let go, coming harder than I ever had before.

I wrapped my arm around her, holding us in place as the shudders finished working their way through my body.

Eventually, I released her, my mind and body wanting to argue the point.

When we once again faced each other, I pushed back the hair from Whitney’s face. She had the whole wild sex induced hair look down pat. “Who knew you were such a wildcat, Sprinkles?” I kissed her briefly on the lips before pulling my clothes back on.

She shook her head. “And who knew you were such a beast?” She smiled, with a calm glint in her eyes. I’m glad our escapade drove away the haunted look from earlier.

I held out my hand, waiting for hers. When she gave it to me, I took us to the kitchen, putting together a plate of pumpkin bread with two bottles of water. “Let’s take this upstairs.” Our fingers linked, and I brought her wrist to my lips for a quick kiss.

Whitney pointed to the food I had gotten out of the refrigerator. “What about dinner?”

My eyes traveled down to the plate in my hand and back up again. “This is our dinner now. I’ll order or something so that Savannah can eat when she gets up. I just need a little fuel and then we can start on round two.”

Whitney’s breath hitched. “Round two?”

I gave her an incredulous look. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you? We’ll go slower this time. I need to savor you.” I balanced the food and waters in one hand and slid my fingers through hers with my other. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 28

Whitney

My body achedin the best of ways. After our turn on the couch, Jack and I spent the whole night learning each other’s bodies and having sex in as many positions as possible. At some point it transitioned from sex to something more like making love.

Fueled only by pumpkin bread, greasy pizza, and our own desires, we explored every inch of each other.

Sigh.

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