Chapter 47. Morning That Doesn’t End

Evelyn

After crying out through my second orgasm, I teetered on the edge of a third, begging for something I couldn’t even name.

My hands clung to the headboard with a white-knuckled grip while my knees straddled his face, and his lips and tongue moved with a precision that drove me wild. Every flick and stroke pushed me beyond what I thought I could take, yet left me craving more.

My legs shook—no, not just my legs, but every part of me trembled violently. I couldn’t tell if I was holding myself up or if it was Jacob’s hands on my hips, squeezing and slapping my ass, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me that had me gasping for more.

I had no fucking idea how I’d even reached those first two orgasms and even less of a clue how I’d survive this third. The beginning was a blur of sanity, but it wasn’t long before I was lost in a haze where desire consumed me, and filled my bones, my every fiber, my very soul.

“Jacob, please,” I moaned, pushing