Chasity stood outside Jack’s door for a long moment, her hand hovering just above the doorknob. Her breath came in shallow, nervous waves, her heart pounding harder than it should have been. But it wasn’t nerves—not really. It was anticipation. Raw, aching anticipation.

The stories she’d overheard from the neighborhood women echoed in her head—spoken in hushed voices laced with jealousy, desire, and awe.

“Jack doesn’t just sleep with you—he leaves you trembling.”

“I still feel him days later.”

“That man knows how to touch a woman like he was made for it.”

And now? With her body changing, her hormones surging, her skin always flushed, nipples always tight, thighs constantly pressed together in restless need—Chasity couldn’t hold out anymore.

She knocked once, but the door was already unlocked.

Jack’s voice called from inside. “Come in.”

She stepped in slowly, letting the screen door shut behind her. Jack was in the kitchen, pouring iced tea, shirtless again—his broad, muscular back on full display, sweat glistening along the curve of his shoulders.

Chasity bit her lip. Her mouth was dry.

“Hope you’re thirsty,” he said, turning and holding up a glass.

“I am,” she murmured, but she wasn’t looking at the tea. Her eyes dropped lower. He was wearing loose pajama pants… and she could see the outline of him—thick, heavy, even at rest.

Jack saw the look in her eyes and didn’t say a word. He simply walked toward her, handed her the glass, and let their fingers touch.

“You okay?” he asked gently. “You look a little flushed.”

Chasity took a sip, but it didn’t help the heat crawling over her skin. “It’s the hormones,” she said softly. “They’re driving me crazy. My body… it never stops wanting.”

Jack stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Wanting what?”

Her eyes met his, wide, vulnerable—but full of heat. “To be touched. Held. Filled.”

She inhaled shakily. “Everyone thinks pregnant women don’t need that kind of attention. But I’ve never needed it more.”

Jack’s hand rose to her face, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You deserve to be taken care of, Chasity.”

Her breath caught.

“I heard the stories,” she whispered. “They said you’d know how to… reach the itch.”

He smiled faintly. “Do you want me to?”

She nodded, her eyes shining with need. “Yes.”

Jack took her hand and led her to the couch, easing her down with infinite care. His hands moved slowly, not rushing—trailing over her belly with reverence, over the full swell of her breasts with open hunger. But when he kissed her, it was tender—deep, patient, grounding.

“You tell me what feels good,” he murmured against her lips.

“I will,” she said, already breathless.

He kissed her again, and again, letting his touch calm the storm inside her even as it stirred a different kind of fire. There was no rush. Jack made her feel beautiful, worshiped, needed—right down to the last aching nerve ending.

And as the sun drifted lower outside, Jack showed Chasity exactly how he earned his reputation—one touch, one kiss, one breathless moan at a time.

Jack took his time with Chasity.

Her body was already warm beneath his hands, soft and full and responsive to every touch. He kissed her belly first, his lips tender on her glowing skin, murmuring something wordless and reverent. Chasity whimpered softly, the sound half embarrassment, half desperate need.

“No one’s touched me in months,” she whispered.

Jack’s fingers slid under the hem of her tank top, easing it over her head. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples dark and sensitive, and he took one into his mouth slowly, sucking with care, his tongue swirling gently.

Chasity gasped, her back arching. “Oh, God, that—Jack—”

Her body trembled beneath him, so sensitive, so overwhelmed. Her legs fell open as he kissed down her belly, then lower, easing off her soft shorts and panties in one smooth motion.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, eyes locking with hers as he lowered himself between her thighs.

The moment his tongue met her heat, she cried out—hips jerking, thighs shaking.

She was so sensitive. Every stroke of his tongue, every suck of her swollen clit, sent waves through her, and Jack read every moan, every twitch, adjusting the rhythm like a man who knew how to bring a woman to the edge and hold her there.

“Oh, yes, right there—*Jack—*oh my God—”

She clutched the pillow beneath her head as her first climax crested. It was raw and overwhelming, her body clenching, a long, sobbing moan escaping her lips as Jack kept going, drawing it out until her thighs trembled around his head.

And then, with just the right pressure of his fingers curling inside her—there—she shattered.

A sudden gush of wetness spilled against his hand and mouth as she squirted, her voice rising in a shocked, almost embarrassed scream.

“I—oh my God—I didn’t mean to—”

Jack didn’t stop. He growled softly against her soaked folds, licking her through it, savoring her release, until her legs gave out completely.

He eased himself up, kissed her mouth, and murmured, “You’re perfect.”

And then he entered her slowly.

Chasity cried out again, but this time it was pleasure through every inch. Her body opened for him, full and stretched and so ready. He moved inside her with long, deep strokes, holding her belly gently, one hand cupping her breast as he rocked her.

Every thrust was measured—sensual, grounding, powerful. Chasity wrapped her arms around him, moaning into his ear as he brought her to another slow, rolling climax. Her body clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering as she came again, harder, wetter than before.

Jack groaned, holding on as long as he could, until the feeling of her tight, soaked pussy squeezing him finally dragged his release from deep inside. He filled her with a low, growling moan, his body pulsing inside hers until they both lay still—sweaty, tangled, and completely unraveled.

Chasity’s breath slowed. Her body was limp, satisfied in every way. She curled into Jack’s side, belly cradled in his arm, already drifting to sleep with a peaceful, blissed-out smile on her face.

She didn’t stir when the knock came.

Soft at first. Then again—three gentle taps.

Jack carefully slid out of bed, pulled on a pair of loose sweats, and padded barefoot to the front door.

When he opened it, there she was.

Darla. Again.

Her blonde pixie cut was damp from a shower, her sundress clinging tight to her curves. She leaned in the doorway with one hip cocked, a wicked grin on her lips.

“I was in the neighborhood,” she said, biting her lip. “Thought maybe you needed… a little more attention.”

Jack glanced back toward the bedroom where Chasity lay, passed out in perfect satisfaction.

Then back to Darla.

His smile was slow, wicked, and knowing.

“You better come in quiet this time.”

She stepped closer, her voice soft. “She’s still asleep?”

Jack nodded, smirking. “Completely worn out.”

Darla moved to him slowly, her fingers brushing lightly down his bare chest. “I don’t want to interrupt anything… but I couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt. And tasted.”

Jack leaned in, speaking against her lips. “So you came back for more?”

She kissed him—soft at first, then deeper, her tongue teasing at the edge of his mouth. He growled low, hands roaming her waist as she pressed herself against him.

Neither of them noticed the bedroom door ease open.

Chasity stood in the doorway, sleep-tousled and bare beneath Jack’s oversized T-shirt. Her eyes were hazy but sharp, focused on the way Darla’s hands moved over Jack’s body… and the way he responded.

Chasity didn’t speak.

She stepped forward.

Darla noticed her first, pulling back just enough to see her in the doorway. Her cheeks flushed, but the corner of her mouth curled in a sly smile.

“Well,” she murmured, “looks like somebody’s awake…”

Chasity’s gaze dropped to Jack, then to Darla. She tilted her head, her voice soft but charged. “You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about him.”

Darla’s smile widened. “No?”

Chasity crossed the room slowly. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation—just something hot and new in the air. When she reached Darla, she touched her wrist gently, eyes locking with hers.

And then—bold, curious—Chasity leaned in and kissed her.

It was tentative at first, lips brushing gently, but Darla responded with a soft gasp, her hands sliding to Chasity’s hips. The kiss deepened naturally, a blend of heat and surprise, and Jack just stood there, heart pounding, cock already stirring again.

He didn’t say a word.

He just watched as two women—curvy, glowing, and flushed with need—melted into each other.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them turned to Jack.

Chasity stepped closer, tugging gently at his waistband. “You look like you’ve got one more in you…”

Jack exhaled, deep and hungry, drawing them both into his arms.

“More than one.”

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