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I shake my head at him. “Most of the time, I’ve only ever come with the help of Scarlett.”

Jack’s face breaks into a cocky smile. “Oh, yeah? And who is she?”

Other than the color of my cheeks right now …

“She’s my vibrator,” I reply. “Something Tyler fucking hated.”

He sits up on his haunches, hands falling to my thong. “Diamonds might be a girl’s best friend, but toys are also ours. What guy wouldn’t want to see his girl take a vibrator and his cock at the same time?”

As he backs off the bed, he takes my panties with him. “You’re so damn wet. Part those pretty thighs for me, Kitten.”

As I spread myself in front of him, a rumble leaves his chest.

“Let me see you.” I tip my chin at his shorts.

His smile breaks out. “You want to see my cock?”

I want to do a lot more than just see it.

“Yes.”

In a torturously slow move, he pushes his shorts to the floor. I wanted him to steal my words tonight, but I never expected his cock to achieve that just by looking at it.

“Holy hell,” I gasp.

He wraps his fist around the base, and the tip shines in the light cast from his bedside lamp.

“You like what you see?” he asks.

I nod my head with need, and he climbs back onto the bed.

“Well, if you’re a good girl, I’ll feed it to you later … but first”—his hands find my inner thighs as he spreads me wider—“I need to eat.”

His tongue follows the trail of my release left from when he removed my thong, and when he switches to the other thigh and does the same, I can already feel my first orgasm as it overpowers me.

I shake and shudder, the sensation made stronger by Jack’s fingers swiping through my pussy and circling my clit.

“I’m going to come,” I moan. “Right now, I’m going to come.”

His thumb replaces his fingers and applies pressure to my clit as he continues to nip and suck at my inner thigh. He’s not even looking at my pussy, but somehow, he knows exactly where to touch. “Best you do it all over my fingers then.”

The moment two fingers push inside my entrance, I begin to contract around him.

A guttural groan vibrates against my thigh while his mouth moves toward my apex, and I throw my head back into the pillow, straining against the tie around my wrists.

“You’re coming all over my hand, Kitten.”

His fingers continue pumping me, his tongue lapping up my release. Every time I think I’ve gone as far as I can, Jack finds a deeper spot inside me, triggering another wave of bliss, which he happily swallows down between groans.

Even if I wanted to stand up, I don’t think I could. Every bone in my body has melted into the mattress beneath me.

Jack reaches beside me, grabs a pillow, and slides it underneath my hips. I raise an inquisitive brow as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them on a cocky grin.

“Since you taste so good, it’s inevitable that I’ll be here for a while. Makes it more comfortable.”

I don’t get a chance to respond. In fact, I am officially nonverbal. Jesus, this man’s mouth.

“So fucking delicious,” he rasps against my clit, sucking it mercilessly.