Page 70 of Over Time Advantage

Fuck, that’s hot. No one has ever said that to me before.

When he slowly pulls out, I open wide to show him the fruits of his labor.

“That’s a good girl taking all my come.”

I think if he brushes by my clit right now, I’ll orgasm.

“Keep your mouth open as you swallow. I want to watch my come disappear down your throat.”

It’s no easy feat, but I manage to follow his instructions until the entire load is gone. I lick my lips. “Hmm, you taste good. I guess I can skip breakfast today.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “How wet are you right now?”

I twist my lips. “Hmm, monsoon season in Mawsynram, India wet. Cropp River in New Zealand wet. Typhoon season in Yakushima, Japan wet.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Why do you know these random wet places?”

I giggle. “Kamryn Hart has a wealth of random facts. She happened to have mentioned this at dinner one night. I stored it in my memory bank for this exact situation.”

He reaches back and slides a finger through me. A delicious tremor reverberates through my entire body. One more touch like that and it will be over.

“Jesus Christ. You’re soaked. You might come before I even do anything to you.”

“Jett,” I breathe. “I want you.”

He slides that finger into his mouth. “Hmm. So damn good.”

My eyes flutter at the look of pure ecstasy on his face from tasting me. I’m teetering on the edge.

He moves down my body until he’s hovering above me. “Should I let you come, or do you need more punishment, naughty girl?”

I thrust my hips up, desperate for some friction. “Come,” I pant. “Please.”

He remains still, not moving at all, drawing this out. He’s torturing me.

I start squirming, just needing a little friction. I wrap my legs around him and thrust my pussy up until it meets the warmth of his semi-hard cock.

My legs immediately begin to shake. His eyes widen, realizing I’m going to come.

He drops down, thrusts his semi violently inside me, and bites my right nipple hard. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge of sanity.

I yell out as my body detonates on impact. I feel the telling snap, and I squirt onto him.

We both look down in shock. I’ve never squirted from penetrative sex, and he wasn’t even fully hard again yet.

This man officially drives me wild.

After a round of slow, sensual shower sex where he treats my body like it’s the most precious thing on the planet, I’m getting ready for the first day of my new job with the Beavers. Reagan had boxes of Beavers apparel and other swag delivered to my house, so my work “wardrobe” is set. I’ve worn scrubs to work for many years. It’s weird to wear something different, but it’s a welcome change.

Jett is in the kitchen when I make my way downstairs. He smiles and hands me a brown paper bag as I walk in. “I made you lunch for your first day of work.”

Seriously, does it get cuter than this guy?

“What did you make me?”

“PB&J.”

I gasp. “What about the peanut allergy kids? What if one is at my assigned table?” I joke.