Page 91 of Playing With Temptation

He might’ve fucked me five times and eaten me twice but that didn’t mean he’d given me seven orgasms. I’d lost count after nine. Hence the broken vagina.

I ignored his question in favor of telling him, “I think I’m suffering from severe dehydration.”

“Then get dressed so I can feed and water you.”

That was as amusing as it was offensive.

“I don’t think I can move.”

“There’s a peanut butter cheesecake in the fridge.”

I sat up and tossed my legs over the bed.

“Knew that would do it.”

But once I was sitting, I couldn’t figure out how to get to my clothes without having to walk across the room naked.

Maybe Jase would get up first and get dressed and go⁠—

“If you’re not moving for the reasons I think you’re not moving, I’m gonna be pissed.” He cut into my thoughts, already sounding pissed. “Woman, I have touched, kissed, licked, and seen every inch of your body.”

He was right, he had.

“I know you were teasing, but I’m not twenty anymore,” he told me.

“I know⁠—”

“I’m gonna say this as gentle as I can and I hope you get why I’m telling you. Biology being what it is, I’m at a disadvantage. I can’t fuck you unless I get hard. And I’m not twenty. I can’t say with authority when the last time I’ve been able to go more than a couple of rounds before me getting hard just wasn’t gonna happen. What I can say with certainty is I’ve never fucked a woman five times and been sucked off. That’s six orgasms for me, baby. I don’t know what other men’s come loads are, but I can tell you, I’ve come six times in the span of seven hours. Fuck, I didn’t know I could recover that fast. You turn me on. Your body turns me on. The way you smell and taste turns me on. This room reeks of sex and that’s turning me on. Knowing my sheets are wet with your excitement and my come is dried on your belly is seriously turning me on. And here’s more honesty for you—I pulled out of you five minutes ago and just talking about how much I like fucking you has my dick half hard, and if your pussy wasn’t outta commission I’d fuck you again.”

Throughout his speech I’d been staring at the wall, but at some point, I started clenching my thighs because he was turning me on.

I glanced over my shoulder; my gaze dropped to his semi-hard dick resting on his thigh. It was still wet with my excitement and that turned me on, too.

“I think my pussy’s fixed.”

Jase busted out laughing.

“I’m not kidding. It’s all healed up and ready for action.”

“No, baby, I’m gonna feed you. Then we’re gonna take a shower and change the sheets. When we get back in bed, you’re gonna blow me, and while you do, I’m gonna have a go at your clit and give you a nice easy orgasm.”

“Is there such a thing as an easy orgasm?”

“No clue. When you come, your pussy detonates.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“Fuck no. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, bar none.”

“That’s not the compliment you think it is,” I huffed.

And since he was right—he’d already seen, tasted, and touched every part of me—I stood.

“Sweetest ass, too. Though I’ve only had the pleasure of holding onto it while I fucked you from behind. One day when we got lube, I’m gonna fuck you there, too.”

I sent him an angry glare over my shoulder. Unfortunately, Jase had superpowers that deflected my glare. Which meant when he went on, he did it smiling. “You’ve always had great tits. But now, fucking hell, perfection.”

“You can stop,” I told him and picked up my undies.