Page 20 of Size Doesn't Matter

Like a feast for one.

Sophie, like many models, was completely bare between her legs, and while it wasn’t something he’d ever given much thought to before, Jack had to admit it was sexy as fuck. He especially liked how sensitive her skin was there, how she shivered and squirmed at the lightest touch of his fingertips.

When he followed his fingers with the tip of his tongue and licked along the crease where her inner thigh met her body, her stomach clenched, and she tried to slam her legs shut.

“That tickles!”

Chuckling again, Jack gripped her thighs and shoved them open, then slowly parted the soft folds of her pussy and looked his fill. Only when his lover started to squirm under his intense stare did he lower his head and stroke his tongue over her clit.

And the moment he licked that hard little nub, her hips bucked off the bed, and she made the sexiest sound he’d ever heard come out of a woman—a sort of gasping, needy whimper.

Desperate and lustful.

“Oh God. Yes, Jack,” she said. “More. Please.”

“More,sir,” he reminded her before nuzzling into her and inhaling deeply, taking her sweet feminine scent deep into his lungs before teasing her further, blowing warm breath over her clit and making her shiver.

Only when he heard her say, “More, sir. Please more,” did he give his full attention to his task and begin eating her pussy like a man starved for air.

Sophie bucked and writhed beneath him as he licked and nipped at her, then slid two fingers inside her wet, warm pussy and imagined how good she would feel around wrapped his cock. He tortured her sensitive little nub and coaxed it out from under its hood, brushed his stubbled chin over and around it, and within minutes she was begging for release.

Begging him to let her come.

“Please, sir. Please. I need to come. Please, Jack. Sir. Oh God.”

Jack kept slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt, kept her teetering on the edge without letting her slip over, then gently rubbed his stubble over her clit again, eliciting another cry. He lifted his gaze to look at Sophie’s face, to see her bound hands. There was nothing for her to grip at the head of the bed, so the fact that she still kept them where he’d put them—despite her lower half thrashing around as if she were possessed by a demon—made him swell with pride.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured against her naked mound, then pressed a kiss there. But he wanted to push her further. Wanted to see how she’d react to something unexpected. “You’re going to feel a little pressure now, angel.”

Reaching below her pussy, he brushed the pad of his thumb over her arsehole, unsurprised to find her juices had slipped down and lubricated the area.

She was fantastically wet.

Sophie bucked her hips at the intimate touch, but when they came down, Jack used her momentum to press into her, to breach that tight little ring of muscle.

“Sir?” Her cry was questioning but not angry, or worse, afraid.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he cooed at her, wriggling his thumb, pushing it deeper in her arse while still thrusting his fingers slowly into her pussy.

Her cries quickly slipped into moans. Her moans slipped into panting. And when she started begging him again, pleading with him to let her come, he knew it was time.

“Don’t come until I say you can, Sophie, or the spanking you get will not be the one you want.”

Her delicate hands clenched and flexed as if seeking something to hang on to, to anchor her to the bed, or possibly in the moment, but with nothing else available, she had to rely on the strength of her own will to obey his command.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice husky, shaky with lust and need.

“Good girl,” he said, then lowered his mouth over her clit.

The sounds Sophie made as he fucked both her holes at once while he licked and sucked on her clit were the best ones he’d ever heard. Better than any music he could imagine, either natural or invented. Her voice rose and fell in time with his thrusts, and when he changed it up and switched his rhythm, her cries became animalistic.

With a quick glance up, he saw her hands clenched in the bedding above her head. She was trying so hard to be good for him. Trying so hard to be his good girl.

It was time to reward her obedience.

“Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.”

A second later she came.

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