Page 23 of Accidentally Matched

Chapter Fourteen

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TIERNEY

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Ibit off more thanI could chew; is that how the saying goes?

Using his left hand on the toy and maneuvering it past one more tight ring of my butt, Jace takes my clit into his mouth, then with his right hand, he penetrates me with two fingers that hammer into me, pound into me, and scissor inside me until I’m crying.

He fucks me so hard I think I may go blind. My body contracts as his long, big fingers curl up inside me and brush against my wall.

Never mind my G-spot; I think Jace found my X-spot. He nibbles harder on my clit, adds another finger, then turns the toy in my ass a full circle.

Oh god. I’m going to... Wait, is that how it’s supposed to feel? Like, I need the bathroom... no.

“Jace, I need the bathroom.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. I’m going to pee. Please, please.” I’m fighting for my bladder right now and failing her.

“Then do it on my face, beautiful, in my mouth.”

“What?” I shout, panicked. Okay, I looked at the glossed-up version of this, but this, this was the reality of it.

“Jace, please.” I need to come so badly; my life depends on it. But I need the bathroom.

“Help me and press down on your stomach, beautiful. Hard. It’ll help.”

I do as he says, belatedly asking, "Help with what?"

Jace’s fingers, embedded so deep inside me, turn upward.

An uncontrollable flood of liquid sluices out of me, followed by an orgasm that rattles my soul and makes me want to pray. I take forever to come down from it, and all the while Jace just pets me, over and over, slurping up my juices every now and again.

I’ve made a disastrous mess on his bed, probably soaked through the towel, but I can’t move. My limbs are dead. All three incredibly intense orgasms catch up with me now.

I don’t even argue when Jace wipes me down, lifts me up, and moves me to the other side of his bed.

“Rest,” he says, as he kisses my forehead and butterflies zip through me at the contact, but also a tinge of sadness.

He pulls a blanket over me.

“I can’t... I have Haley’s mom’s birthday...” I say it in one breath, but my eyes are already closing. “Okay, only ten minutes. Wake me—”

Sheer deliciousness encapsulates my body. My mind mellows, and I drift off dreamily. The answer to insomnia is sex. Why did I not know this before?

I have no idea how long I was out, but the sound of three familiar male voices reaches me.

I’m too tired to open my eyes, and I don’t catch everything, but it seems that Colter is driving me home and Nolan will follow in my car.

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