Chapter 46

Yet the last thing she wanted to do was use the safe word to stop him.

“Squeeze me with your pussy. Yes,” he croaked. “Now put that finger on your clit and show me how you rub it.”

Seared beyond modesty or shame by the flames of pleasure, Morgan did as he demanded, sliding her palm down her abdomen, into the damp nest of her curls and circled her wet finger over her clit.

“Oh, yes!” She couldn’t hold the sound in. Immediately, she realized that the hood had pulled back from her clit and every drag of her fingertip over the swollen little bud was like fire in her sex, burning down to the passage Jack filled with every thrust.

“Don’t stop,” he growled. “Show me how you play with your clit.”

Actually, she couldn’t have stopped for anything. Her saliva mingled with her own juices as she pressed a second finger onto her clit and began the motions she knew would rocket her straight into bliss.

Still, she strained to hold back her orgasm, waiting for Jack’s app