Chapter Four
When I jump off the wagon, I go big and head first. Because if it’s worth doing something then do it right. And oh wow, does Jase know how to do it right. From zero s*x in four years to orgasm overload in twelve hours.
I am lying half on, half off the Murphy bed, the edge of the mattress pressing into my lower back, legs over his shoulders, heels digging into his back, fingers clutching his silky hair as he makes a meal out of me. Good Lord, what the male does with his raspy tongue should be illegal. Thank heavens it’s not or I’d be going to jail for sure.
His tongue rubs over the tip of my c**t, making me see stars, as two thick fingers f**k into my p***y, the pads rubbing my sweet spot. I cry out in protest as he pulls out, only to tremble with wary delight as a damp fing
