Chapter 2
Nora’s POV
“What the f**k are you doing, Jake?”
Jake doesn’t pull out.
He curls two fingers inside my dripping cunt and starts working me in slow filthy circles like he did not even hear the question, dragging those thick knuckles over the swollen spot Hale just finished talking about while his c**k keeps twitching under my ass and the soaked cotton of my panties is shoved half to the side already from how he pushed in.
Hale points at the next diagram and does not look at the back row at all.
“A v****a grips. That is not poetry. That is muscle. The walls tighten around whatever is inside them. Two fingers. Three. A c**k. You will feel it pull. You will feel it try to keep what it has. Pre-c*m makes everything slicker. It is thin and wet and it cuts the drag so the next t
