Chapter 91

There was a light sheen of sweat coating his body. His hair was damp and every muscle in his body strained toward her—toward that mouth that was devouring him, milking him. His shaft jerked. Pulsed. He filled her mouth and stretched her throat. He felt it then, rising, rolling over him like a tidal wave, sweeping him into an explosive release that didn’t seem to stop, the hot semen pumping out of him, jet after jet, the orgasm erupting through his body until his thighs and belly were so tight he thought he might die from sheer bliss. He heard his hoarse cry—Jessa—and the guttural, animalistic moans coming from his throat.

She held him in her mouth while he softened and then licked at him gently, lovingly, as he lay there with his heart pounding out of his chest and his lungs fighting desperately for air. She kissed her way along his shaft and then up his belly to lay her head once more on him. Jayson could only lie there, shocked, colours dancing behind his eyes, his body in a state