Page 22 of Accidentally Matched

He does this repeatedly. Laps the whole of my pussy, then captures my clit and sucks. My body writhes over his bed. I reach down and tug on his soft, damp hair, pulling him closer, pressing him harder to me so I can come in his mouth.

Except his delicious tongue is replaced with something cool and solid. Oh yes, the squirt thingy.

All the cells in my body dance in nervous anticipation as he painstakingly parts my folds and inserts the sphere at the end of the stainless-steel dildo into me. My eyes slam shut, and my thighs quiver as he twirls the toy inside me, all the while going deeper.

My shuddering, gasping breaths echo around his room, complemented only by the sound of my wet flesh, as Jace conducts the toy inside me as if I’m an orchestra.

I hear his muttered oath as I continue to suck the dildo up inside me, and then he does the complete opposite. He pulls the toy from my slippery core, dips the fingers of his left hand into my pussy until they’re soaked, then smears my wetness against my bottom hole.

One minute I’m having the time of my life, a literal party in my pussy; the next I’m clenching down so hard I’m sure I hear my arteries burst.

Jace opens his mouth on me again, slurping up the flood of arousal. I’m on my elbows now, trying to see what he’s doing with his fingers at my bottom hole. But I immediately drop down on the pillow when he takes what he’s collected in his mouth from my pussy and then pours it over the dome of the dildo, already shining with my juices.

Oh. My. God. Blood oozes to my cheeks in embarrassment.

“I...”

“Hmm?” Jace says, sucking more of my essence out of me.

“Can’t... remember...can’t think...” I say, because it’s true. I have no idea what I was going to say.

Jace’s chuckle vibrates against my core before he drizzles even more wetness onto the toy.

“What are... you... are you... doing?” I manage to get out at last.

“Giving you what you want, beautiful,” he says, his gray eyes darkened to the shade of the devil himself, but still he gives me that smile of his, and I have a mini-orgasm right then.

But the traitorous bastard doesn’t give me what I want. At least I’m sure there’s no way in heck I’m going to squirt if he puts the thing in my ass.

Because that is exactly what Jace does.

He probes my bottom hole with the toy and then presses it inside me.

I pull manically at his hair. The stretch burns so much; my body goes into chaos mode, flood, flight, or fight. I’m leaving behind a ridiculously large damp spot on his towel. I’m going to have to get Jace new bedding and Colter a new pair of jeans, and Nolan, I need to get Nolan a whole new face.

“Jace...”

“Yes, beautiful,” he murmurs, petting my pussy like I’m a good girl while he twirls the toy into my back end.

“That’s not how...” Maybe he doesn’t know how to make a woman squirt. From my in-depth research, G-spot stimulation in my pussy is the only way to do it. I don’t have a G-spot in my butt, do I?

“It’s meant to be used to make you squirt.” He finishes my sentence for me. “Watch me,” he adds, and it’s the last words I comprehend. Possibly ever.

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