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“At least give us five minutes before you start up with the preaching.”

“Fine,” he says. “I’ll get the coffee going.”

He gets up and leaves the bedroom, looking ridiculously hot in his boxers with his playboy swagger.

“Ignore him,” Alice says. “He can’t help himself.”

“He’s preaching to the unconvertible. We both know that.”

She doesn’t answer, just snuggles in tighter, sweeping her hand down my chest.

Eight days and counting.

Eight days until this cocoon of ours smashes into shards.

The stir of rage in my stomach comes unannounced. A burst of pure fuck you to the puppet master behind this abomination. And with that comes a change in me.

I roll my stunning princess onto her back and let the rage free, kissing her beautiful mouth like I want to own it for ever. She responds with a moan. A smile against my lips. The warmth of her arms wrapping around my shoulders.

She squirms underneath me, her thighs coaxing me into position.

“You’re going to be way too sore,” I say, but she keeps her grip, keeps coaxing.

“I don’t care.”

She’s still in Jack’s shirt, but she’s naked underneath. The heat of her pussy invitingly exposed.

“I’ll be gentle,” I tell her.

“Be whatever you want to be,” she says.

But I want to be whatever she wants me to be. Her pleasure is far more important to me than mine.

I rub the head of my cock between her pussy lips, slowly. Really slowly, brushing her clit in tentative sweeps that have her gasping. Writhing.

Eight days.

The countdown is a curse that won’t let go.

She unbuttons her shirt as I raise myself above her. Shirks it off and arches her back, her tits so beautiful it takes my breath.

I pepper her with kisses down her throat, along her collar bone, and down until my tongue flicks at her nipple. I suck. I lap. I tease. And she bucks up against me, demanding my cock. But no. Not yet.

My kisses travel down her ribcage, over her bellybutton. I wrap my hands under her ass and hold her to my face, slowly licking her slit to her clit and back down again, her moans making my cock rock hard.

The soft flower of her pussy lips is like heaven. Her scent enough to drive me wild, and as for the taste of her… there’s nothing on earth that could ever match the delicacy.

“Nice work,” Jack says from across the bedroom, but I ignore him as he places three mugs of coffee down on the bedside table. “You going to budge up and share, BT?”

But no. I’m not. Not right now.

I shake my head against her cunt, and Jack lets out a wolf whistle.

“Go, Mr Possessive! I guess I’ll use another hole, then.” He climbs up onto the mattress behind me. “Lucky for me, there’s one right here.”

I flinch as he spreads my ass cheeks, still raging sore from last night. But it’s his tongue, not his cock that graces me. Long sweeps and gentle pokes as I feast on Alice’s pussy like a starving man.

And then he kisses me. Playboy Jack kisses my ass cheeks with a tenderness I’ve never felt from him.