Page 64 of The Sacrifice
“Yes, sir.” She cups her breasts, caressing them and pulling on her nipples.
“I want to see how wet I make you.” I use my fingers to expose her center. Her lips shine under the living room lights. “You’re all wet and slick for me.” She moans and wiggles her ass. “So greedy. That hole is twitching and begging for my fingers and tongue.” I cock my head. “Should I give you what you want, or make you wait?”
“Please.” Her eyes burn with desire, and she tugs harder on her nipples until they’re stretched taut. “Please, I’m so close. I don’t want to come without you touching me.”
“We can’t have that.” I lean forward and inhale her musky scent. “Eat your scone.” I stop with my mouth inches from her pussy. “Now.”
“Okay.” She lets go of her breast, fumbles with the box and retrieves a pastry.
After she takes a bite, I slide my tongue between her lips and lash from her hole to her clit. She whimpers while trying to chew and swallow. “This is so good.”
I shove two fingers into her sex and growl, “I love how tight that pussy is. Grinding down on my fingers. Imagining how you will feel on my cock.” I retrieve the toy while plunging in and out of her hole, stretching her. Getting her ready for me.
“Yes. That feels so good.” She watches my movements and forgets about the scone. She loves sex more than food. At one time, that wouldn’t have been her answer. Not that I’m worried about my skills.
I flip the vibrator to the highest level, lift her legs up until the front of her thighs are against her upper torso, and stare at her. “I love this pussy.” I lay down between her legs and feast on her opening. Fucking into her with my tongue. She arches off the sofa, and I position the vibrator over her clit.
“Oh, God, yes!” she screams and thrashes on the sofa as I eat her quivering and quaking hole until every drop of her orgasm is gone and she collapses on the cushions.
I flip off the vibrator, slide two fingers into her sex and brush over her G spot. “How was that, baby?”
“So good.” Her eyes are dilated, and her bottom lip is red from biting on it. “It was so good.” Her breath comes out in pants as her walls clamp down on me.
My nostrils flare. I love this woman, and I’ll fight anyone who tries to pull us apart. “I’ll never get enough of watching you come. It’s an addiction. As soon as one orgasm is done. I want another one. I want you begging for me. I don’t want you to ever look at another man and wonder if he could give you more pleasure.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “That’s impossible.” She shivers as a small ripple goes through her sex.
“That’s a good girl. So close. Baby, I want you to come for me. I want you to get my fingers soppy wet so I can fuck you.”
“Jesus.” Her eyes roll back into her head as another climax rips through her body.
It’s not enough. I remove my fingers and suck on the juices as I drag down my shorts. “Now, I’m going to make you come again. I want you so spent you cry when you come.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
The Next Day
Mia
“I’m sorry we didn’t get the chance to talk the other night when we picked up Hadley.” I grip the phone between my ear and shoulder as I shut the dryer door and twist the knob to 30 minutes.
After I push the start button, the soft thumping and humming sound of the dryer and clothes fills the laundry room.
“It’s fine. It was late. Did you have a good time?” Jade asks.
One corner of my mouth raises as I turn and watch Hadley playing with a rattle in the playpen. “You could say that. I enjoyed meeting his friends, excluding a girl he screwed last year, and by girl, I mean girl. She just turned twenty-one years old, and while I wanted to stab her eyes out, I refrained.”
“Good for you.”
In the distance, the sound of a dog barking is followed by someone starting up a lawn mower. They’re both faint sounds due to the distance between Jackson’s place and his closest neighbors.
“And I didn’t get up in my feelings that I’m five years older than her.” I lean against the washing machine. Hadley pushes the rattle, shoving it farther away from her, and the tears instantly fill her eyes. She’s not quite coordinated enough to drag it back to her. But it won’t be long.
“Here, baby girl.” I shove off the washing machine and place it in her hand. Once she grips it, she shakes it, and her eyes light up like she’s accomplished the most important thing in the world. And she has. Everything she does is amazing.
“Look at you. So mature.”
“Thank you.” I chuckle, causing her to glance up at me. When she focuses on me, she smiles, and a drop of drool drips down her chin. “Come here, sweet pea.” I lean over the playpen and scoop her up. When she babbles me in greeting, it makes my day.