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orgasm in her shallow panting and pulled away.
    “Don’t stop—”
    He rammed two fingers into her, down to the knuckle, and found the sweet spot inside. “You keep trying to tell me what to do.” He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris. She cried out as if struck, her body flinching forward, abs tight. “I think I need to teach you a lesson.” With one last circle of his thumb, he yanked his hand away.
    “No!” She pushed up on her elbows, her face mad with desperation.
    Jack tried to contain his smile but it came out, almost cruel in his delight. He licked his fingers, tasting her. Would David get a taste later? Fuck, he was hard. “I bet you’ve already gotten off.”
    He placed his hand on the soft flesh where her hip met her thigh, resting his thumb at the top of her mound. He was careful to avoid her clit.
    “Jack, please,” she begged, rolling her hips against his touch. He pushed her down with his fingertips. She resisted a few seconds longer, then gave up.
    “So? Did you get off? Maybe while you did this?” He stroked the smooth rise above her clit, where once there was soft, light brown hair. It was even hotter than he’d imagined, somehow made more so because of its intended audience.
    Sarah nodded. Her breathing settled. Had she been tense because of him? Had she been worried what he’d think?
    “Good, because you’re not going to again until after dinner.” He slipped his hand down against her clit, so fast she wasn’t expecting it. Her body tightened. His mouth descended again, nuzzling her swollen folds with his lips and tongue. He sensed her orgasm in the pitch of her moans and the way her toes curled across his back. Just a few more laps, a few more twists of his fingers, and…
    And then he was off her again. She tried to hold him close. She clamped her thighs around his head and clawed at his hair, but he brushed her off and pulled away.
    As he stood and peeled his shirt off, he ignored the plea in her eyes. Instead, he worked off his pants and boxer briefs, the cords of his muscles shifting. Drawing attention. He’d worked a sheen of sweat that caught the afternoon sunlight and knew just how much Sarah liked that look. He stepped forward, holding his cock at its base, and rested a knee on the bed between her legs.
    With his free hand, he touched her again, scouting the glistening plane. She watched his fingers work, hoping that he would let her cum—or forget to stop. She sighed when he placed the bulbous tip of him against her clit, bouncing the spongy head and teasing her with its ridge.
    “I like this,” he said, sawing his shaft between her lips and across her tender button. “That’s so fucking hot.”
    “Nuh.” His second pass wasn’t along her, but inside her.
    “Feel this, baby. Remember this.”
    Sarah squeezed the walls if her pussy around it as she writhed beneath him. “God, Jack, you feel good.”
    When he pulled back and stroked her, she flowed against him, crashed against him. Three strokes and she’d be there, shattered and broken. Two more— “No!”
    He pulled out of her and pushed to his feet, towering over her. He glided his hand along his length, moistened by her own tangy excitement. Jack had played this game with her before and could keep her teetering on edge for hours.
    Sarah sat up, curled her legs under her, and took over for his jerking fingers. She tugged him, the supple flesh sliding up and down his rigid shaft. Stroking from root to head, she worked in her juicy lubrication. He jerked each time she passed across the ridge of his cockhead, the pressure in his balls growing.
    Her hand squished wetly as she picked up speed. He’d already cum once with her at lunch, but felt a second begin to build. She added her other hand, twisting and stroking in harmony. When she sucked the head into her mouth, he realized just how close he was. She swirled her tongue along the crown, flicking the sensitive spot up under until he was sucking in