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We’ve gone third person now?

And dollface?

The fuck?

A grief fuck is just not worth this.

“I'm going to ride your face now,” I announce, already climbing up his torso.

He's panting like a dog in heat, nodding so fast his head blurs. I'm half tempted to just sit down and smother him. At least the writhing would give me some actual fucking friction.

I sit on his face and his mouth immediately suctions over my lips and clit and...

Wait.

Oh, wait.

“Fuckkk, that's good. Keep doing that.”

Well, look at Jonah coming off the bench in the second half.

His tongue sweeps up and down, in and out, sucking and pinching my clit between his teeth.

“Goddamn, Jonah.”

My hips start working harder while his hands grip my thighs and pull me down even more. I have no idea how the man is breathing, but fuck if I care. I'll do the time for manslaughter.

The friction of his beard is glorious, and I can feel my orgasm building. Finally. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jonah's tongue. Thank you to whatever higher power decided not to make this evening a complete fucking waste.

He takes over the rhythm, dragging me back and forth over his tongue and chin until I'm barely doing anything except holding on. I lean forward and grip the headboard.

“Please. Please. Right there. Fuck!”

He slides two fingers inside and curls them just right, and that does it. I grip the headboard with everything I have and come apart on his mouth. It's my first orgasm in months, and holy fuck, the waves are incredible, my entire body jerking and shuddering through them. Jonah moans against my sex as he comes all over his own stomach and chest.

I’m languid as I slide down and lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling while Jonah starts talking.

Oh, how so unexpected of him…

I have no idea what he's saying. I'm not sure I care. My body finally feels loose, my brain should be pleasantly scrambled, and for the first time all night I should be able to think about absolutely nothing.

Instead, there it is again.

Jackson is getting married.

I close my eyes.

Fuck.

So much for the distraction.

Chapter Sixteen

Jackson

July

"Put me down, Jack-Jack," Blaire moans.