“I’m going to add another.” The next finger is all pressure and fullness, not pain. He moves his fingers in and out of me. When he adds a third, a stinging fullness spreads through my core. It’s a tight stretch that causes my breath to hitch.
He watches me and smiles. “Relax. Breathe out as I push inside you. It’ll start to feel good, I promise.”
I do. He trails kisses along the insides of my thighs. Damn, I’m so wet, and all I want to do is scream.
He moves his fingers faster, then stops. “Good girl. You ready to come for me?”
I grab the sheets. “Please, Jack, let me come. Please.”
He removes one of his fingers, leaving two inside, and curls them to hit a sweet spot. Pleasure rushes from my head to my toes. His warm tongue flutters over my sensitive nub while he pumps his fingers in and out, in and out. That’s all I need to explode. My vision goes black, and I scream.
Coming down from my high, my vision starts to return, and my body tingles all over. Jack’s eyes are pinned to mine as he pulls his fingers out of me, sucking them clean one by one. Then he laps me up with his tongue and gives my thigh a long peck.
“We need to work on getting you ready to take me quickly, because it’s almost impossible not to bury my cock inside you.”
He stands from the bed, admiring me while tugging on his thick cock. I’m still basking in the afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm as he massages the inside of one of my thighs, spreading me open again.
“Can I come on this beautiful pussy?” he asks, his expression hungry.
“Yes.” He could do anything he wants to me right now.
He rests one hand on my knee then holds my leg in place. His eyes roam over me as he pumps his cock in a rhythmic motion before he falters. He throws his head back, and warm liquid shoots onto my stomach, my thighs, my pussy. His gaze returns to me, landing where he’s marked me as his. He smiles as his come drips down my skin and onto the sheets.
Then he falls on top of me, crushing his mouth into mine and clearly not caring that he’s smearing himself all over both of us. “There is nothing hotter than claiming you as mine,” he says.
“That. Was. Amazing.”
He chuckles, then rolls off me. “Time to clean up,” he says.
My head slumps against the mattress as he heads to the bathroom. I’m so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Jack wipes himself off first then bends toward me, holding a washcloth. “Let me.”
Warmth presses between my legs then vanishes as Jack tosses the washcloth aside and climbs into bed, dragging me to him like he’s a child and I’m a lost toy.
Tonight, I’m falling asleep in Jack’s preferred sleep attire. Nothing.
And I have never been more comfortable.
CHAPTER 55
JACK
As I watch Jessi sleep covered in dawn’s first rays of light, I take in every detail of her face. The freckles on her nose, her long dark eyelashes. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve never been addicted to someone the way I am to her.
Begrudgingly, I spin myself out of the cocoon of covers and head downstairs to call Becky.
Me
Can you talk
My phone rings in response. “Good morning, Becky,” I say.
“Good morning, my sweet older brother.”
I roll my eyes. “Must you always rub it in my face that you’re younger than me?”
She laughs. “What else are little sisters for? So, give me details. Why do you have a bed in the guest room, and why couldn’t you tell me on the phone yesterday?”
