Phoenix Rising(22)

She was sweet perfection. The hood of her clitoris opened and he could see the throb of her heartbeat at the apex of the tiny nub. Deep within her folds lay the puckered entrance to her vagina, pink and damp with cream.

Jessa shuddered at his touch, her knees quivering and her head lolling back as he held her open with one hand and used a finger to stroke her from perineum to clit. Soaking his fingers in her creamy juice, Connor slid them rhythmically along her slit until each stroke drew a wail from Jessa’s mouth.

Still stroking her wet slit, Connor leaned forward and pressed his lips to the pulse point below her ear. “I’m going to slide my fingers inside you, Jessa.”

She whimpered as he used one finger to penetrate her tight sheath.

“You’re so fucking hot, Jessa. Can you feel how tight you are around my finger?”

She tried to nod, but was lost when he pushed another finger inside her cunt and spread them to stretch her vagina. Connor withdrew his fingers just long enough to thrust them back inside. She shuddered around him, convulsing against his hand.

“Relax sweetheart; we’re nowhere near done,” Connor soothed.

He inserted another long finger into her pussy and watched her melt around him. Jessa’s legs went rigid and she cried out as her hips bucked involuntarily. Connor rubbed the pad of ribbed muscle inside her vagina, pushing against her pelvic bone until she was almost weeping from the exquisite pressure.

“Connor, please!” she gasped.

“Please what?”

“I-I don’t know! I can’t keep going! I can’t do this!”

A lusty smile curved his mouth and Connor increased his pace, thrusting in and out with such force that his hand pounded against her. Each insertion was punctuated by a wet pop as he pulled his fingers free only to plunge them in again.

“Come for me, Jessa,” Connor urged softly. “Let it go.”

A wave of tension strung Jessa tight. Connor used one hand to keep her from snapping her legs closed as her body climbed steadily toward orgasm. Her scent changed, becoming heavier and more erotic. Connor inhaled deeply and forced his body not to react. The urge to climb on top of her and sink his throbbing shaft to the hilt was maddening.

Jessa screamed when she peaked. A tortured wail that shattered Connor’s composure and left him trembling as a massive gush of cream drenched his hand.

Connor groaned when he saw the results of her ejaculation in his palm. Jessa blinked slowly, staring into his face. It took several moments for her to realize what he was looking at. A red stain spread across her cheeks when she did.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered hoarsely. “It’s never happened…”

Her words trailed off when Connor lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his palm clean of her sweetness. Her essence was satin perfection on his tongue.

Hazel eyes opened wide and her mouth snapped shut on whatever she might’ve been going to say.

“Don’t ever apologize.” He told her quietly.





Chapter Seven



He told her not to apologize. Could she die of embarrassment instead?

Jessa was a train wreck the following morning. Her muscles were languid and her body felt light. But her mind was on overdrive. The most earth-shattering climax of her entire life and she was too guilt ridden and embarrassed to enjoy the aftermath.

She’d allowed herself to be splayed open like some medieval barmaid. Did that qualify as losing control?

What had happened to her? She’d been a modest housewife for nineteen years. So Will had left her for another woman. Did that really give her license to completely lose her mind? She’d just been finger fucked to orgasm by a near stranger who also happened to be her new boss.

The bedside clock clicked on and the sounds of a local morning show filled the room. Jessa resisted the urge to throw the damn thing across the room. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

It was nine a.m. Her brunch group met at the country club in an hour. Jessa’s first instinct was not to go. But maybe that was just what she needed to kick herself back into reality. Jessa Kincaid wasn’t this other person. She was a sedate woman who’d been married to the same man for nineteen years. She spent her time playing Bunko and planning charity events for the local food pantry for Pete’s sake.



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Connor remained in the shower long after the hot water ran out. The cool rivulets streaming over his tight muscles did nothing to soothe the beast. But it was a welcome distraction nonetheless.

He should have fucked her and gotten it over with.

Instead, he hadn’t done anything to relieve this infatuation. No, he’d brought her to a mind-numbing peak and had left himself hanging onto his sanity by a thread. To say nothing about the state of his self-control.