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“Both. Please do both,” I practically beg, feeling like I’m coming undone. I can’t take my eyes off what he is doing. Watching him expertly rub along my wet center, up and down my core and then playing with my clit, I feel like I’m about to lose it.

“You like to watch me touch your wet pussy, don’t you, baby?”

I’m so turned on by his touchandthe view that I’m basically grinding on his hand. I’ve never had a man talk dirty to me and be so focused on me like Jack is. I love it and grow more wet with everything he says.

“I bet there’s something else you would enjoy watching me do.” He smiles. “Do you want to know what?”

I can’t even speak, but I mumble outmhmmmand nod like my life depends on it.

He maintains eye contact with me as he lowers his head and brings his mouth down to the level of my pussy. He spreads me apart and exposes all of me to him. “There’s that beautiful pussy. I’ve been dying to know what you taste like and now I’m going to find out.” He smiles before lowering his mouth to kiss and lick me.

He’s doing everything he did with his hand, but it feels magnified.

I realize I’ve never felt anything like this. Just when I think I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming with his tongue on me, he puts his fingers inside me.

He instantly finds what I can only assume is my G-spot, though I thought I didn’t have one because it’s never made an appearance before now.

With his tongue and his fingers both working me, I lose control and tumble over the edge into the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s absolute bliss and lasts so much longer than I’ve ever experienced before. Jack doesn’t let up, continuing to lick me through my orgasm.

I can’t stop myself from screaming his name, thankful that we’re at his house and not mine so I don’t have to muffle myself. I’m not sure that I could.

“That’s it, Annie, come for me, baby,” he says as he keeps his fingers inside me, filling me as I ride out the waves of pleasure. Only when I’m totally done, does he remove his fingers. Like he knew I needed him to keep me filled until everything settled.

Before I know it, Jack is standing again and has pulled me against his chest, holding me, running his hand over my hair, and he seems completely sated.

I pull back and look at him. “Jack, let me make you feel good, too.”

“God, Annie, you have no idea what you do to me, do you? I don’t need anything else. Making you come is so fucking satisfying. Let me just hold you now, for a bit. Please. I wanted this night to be about your pleasure. I need nothing else tonight. We have plenty of time to explore the rest.”

CHAPTER 14

ANNIE

I sit on my front porch with Beanie Boy, waiting for Jack to pick us up and I’m freaking the hell out. In my post-mind-blowing orgasmic bliss earlier this week, I agreed to attend the Donley’s annual Fourth of July party.

At the time, pheromones were clouding my judgment, making me forget it meant I’d be meeting his family, so I’m nervous as hell. I’m trying to think of excuses to cancel when he pulls up, jumps out of his vehicle with a huge smile, and helps Bean and me get loaded into the truck. Before I know it, we’re on our way and there is no turning back.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrive at Jack’s parent’s and make our way around the side of the house to the back, where the party is. Gracie takes off to run around the giant back yard but stops and barks back at Bean, as if to say, ‘Come on!’

Bean looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. I lean down and pet him while I whisper, “Fine, traitor, go be with your girl. I’ll meet all these people by myself.”

He licks my face and takes off after Gracie.

As I stand back up, a stunning, petite woman with long wavy salt-and-pepper hair and eyes matching Jack’s makes her way over to us. She calls out, “Jacky! John, Jack’s here with his friend.”

I brace myself as the tiny woman and a very handsome silver-haired gentleman approach. Jack picks the woman up in a big bear hug.

“Hey, Ma, happy Fourth.” As he puts her down, he says, “Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet my friend, Annie.”

The lovely woman turns to me and says, “Welcome, Annie! It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve been wondering who or what has been responsible for my boy being cheerier these days. I guess I know now.” She smiles and I see where Jack gets his dimple as well.

I’m sure my cheeks are red with embarrassment at the insinuation that we’re something more than friends.

“Thank you for having us, Mr. and Mrs. Donley. I brought my dog Bean with me. Jack said he was invited. I hope it’s okay…” I stop talking since my nerves are making me ramble.

“Of course, the more the merrier! Look at them all having a blast.” She points to the yard, and I count five dogs and six children playing.

“Oh, and please, call us Rose and John. None of this Mr. and Mrs. business.”

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