“That’s it, right there. I’m—” My voice cut off as I pulsed. Jack lapped and lapped even though I’d already climaxed and I giggled. “Going for two?”
“If you’ll let me. Otherwise, I’ll fuck you,” he offered, his tongue continuing its work. “You taste so fucking good.”
I was a little sensitive, so I chose option B. “Fuck me.”
“Let’s shift you,” he said. Jack helped me to my hands and knees so he could put the wedge more in the middle of the bed. I got back on it, still on my stomach, and he lined himself upbehind me and slid in to our shared sigh. He started with slow strokes, and I angled my head so I could look back at him. “I love how you feel, Mara. On my cock. On my tongue. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I smiled and reached my hand back to lace with his.
“God, your ass bouncing, Mar.” His eyes were drugged and dazed. “You take me so well. Like my body was made to fit in yours.”
I’d been dishing out most of the praise since we got together, and it felt good to get it back for a change. “You were made for me, Jackie.”
I pushed back into each thrust, and his hands surrounded my hips, his thumbs kneading my low back. “Attagirl. Give it to me.”
I hissed out a “fuck” and his thumbs moved to spread my ass wider. “Perfect little hole, sweetheart.”
“Yours is perfect too,” I said with a wicked smirk.
His face went more serious, towering over me as he owned me. “I can’t wait for you to take my ass, Mara.”
I tilted my hips, his balls slapping my clit and both of us groaning at the new angle. His hands swept up to my waist, holding me at my most narrow and using his arms to aid his thrusts.
“Fill me up, Jack. Come for me.”
One hand came forward to press my upper back tighter to the pillow as his hips curled into me. I rutted against the pillow’s high side, ready to come again.
“I feel you, Mar.” He moaned, cussing, slapping, breath brushing over my back.
“Who do you belong to?”
With a grunt, he stuffed himself all the way in, releasing inside me. “You,” he breathed. He pulled out slowly, combing his still-firm erection through from my ass to my clit.
Then he plunged a finger into my pussy, then two, and it stole my breath.
And when he lowered his face to catch one last peak from me, I wasn’t sure if I was already dreaming.
“Good boy, Jack. Good fucking boy.”
FORTY-SIX
JACK
MARCH
It wastime to carry out my plan.
I needed Bryce to make a decision, to commit to either being the father the kids needed, or to get the fuck out of our lives for good.
And the best way to knock some sense into somebody was . . . well, to knock it into them. I had all the information I needed from the private investigator Sorrento sent my way.
Bryce was working for an ecological volunteer organization on Catalina, apparently doing kitchen work for the work crews.
Funny, since Mara said he pretended not to be able to cook.
Mara was sound asleep when I left, splayed out on her stomach with just a pair of underwear on. I smirked thinking back on our night before, how even when she was dominating me, she did it with love. She always gave me what I needed.
I knew her neck would be messed up if she stayed on her stomach, so I gently rearranged her, locking her into place with pillows so she wouldn’t roll and pop out her back.
