I fist the bedsheets, crying into the covers with joy.
“Baby, I never want to leave this pussy. It was made for me. Your body milks my cock just right. It’s impossible to last inside you.” He wraps his arm around me and rolls my nub between his fingers. My legs start to shake, and I can hardly keep myself upright.
“Jack,” I whimper. “Oh my god. I am going to come again.”
“Come for me, baby. Give it to me.”
I scream as I come undone. All I can hear is Jack’s ragged breathing and the occasional hiss of pleasure. His sweat drips onto my back, and his balls slap against my entry as he drives harder and harder into me. One last thrust, and he holds me to him by my shoulders. His forehead nestles into my back as he groans and pulses inside me again. I love that I can make him come so hard, that his need for me matches mine for him.
He pulls out of me, and warm sticky liquid drips down my thighs.
“There is nothing sexier than seeing you overflowing,” he says.
I fall back onto the bed, breathless, legless, lifeless. Jack collapses too, then rolls toward me, his head diving toward my legs again. “Open for me.”
I huff out. “Jack, I need a break. I need time to adjust.”
“I want to see you.” He swipes his fingers against the trail of come winding down my legs and pushes it back inside me.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting this back where it belongs. I don’t want any to go to waste.” He cups my throbbing center with his warm hand. I glow with ecstasy. He kisses up my calf, resting the heel of his palm against my swollen nub. He slowly massages, teasing me and making me feel alive.
“Jack, I said I need a break.”
“Lie back.” He keeps going, and sure enough, it doesn’t take much before I’m chasing my next orgasm. As I ride his hand, the tension builds, and I grab his wrist to put more pressure. He peppers kisses up and down my calf and thigh.
“Baby, I know you want it. Come for me. Ride my hand. I want to feel you squirt on it. I know I can make you come with just my hand.”
I get close and try to close my legs for more friction.
“No, baby. Keep them spread for me. I want to see your juices all over my hand.”
I come again. And I am so high off pleasure that I don’t even realize when I finally fall asleep.
CHAPTER 66
JACK
Something tickles my face, rousing me awake. I open my eyes. The sun peeps through the blinds, bathing the room in a quiet golden glow. Jessi’s head rests on my chest, her breathing slow and steady as she sleeps. Her hair brushes my cheek.
I grin. I would love to wake up this way every morning.
My mind drifts to last night, the best night of my life, and then my stomach flips as a tiny voice reminds me of what could be the outcome of our passion. It’s strange. I never wanted to be a dad, but with Jessi, everything is different. I’d be scared out of my mind, but we’d figure it out. I pray her decision to have sex wasn’t motivated by a lust-filled haze. I don’t want her to wake up and regret this, and I don’t want her to resent me later.
I sneak out of bed so I don’t wake her. Downstairs, Becky’s already dressed and packed like she is about to head out. Her suitcases sit beside her. “Good morning,” she says.
I pour my coffee. “Good morning to you. You’re leaving already?”
She shrugs. “Yeah. You guys have a lot going on, and I need to get back to prepare for the next show. I’ll be back soon. I’m going to stop by the club and say bye to everyone.”
I take a seat at the island. “Becky, I want to ask Jessi to marry me,” I blurt without much thought.
She drops her purse and pulls out a chair. “Well, that’s one way to say goodbye.” She gasps. “It’s not been very long. I know you really like her, butmarriage?”
“I love her.”
“Okay, okay. I talked to Jessi a little bit about this. She wants kids, a white picket fence, the whole thing. She isn’t willing to give that up, so don’t ask her to.”
