It's all I can do to nod again as I hug my arms tight around the pillow and arch my hips back. I can feel the flick of Jack's tongue here and there as he keeps sliding his finger in, only pausing to speak again before slipping in another finger alongside the first.

"Ohhh," I breathe because this time there is a burn. It's not too much though and Jack stops about half way as I try to catch my breath, then keeps going. "Still-- yes. Yes, still good."

Not for the first time, I find myself wondering how Jack will ever fit. We've done two fingers before, and as good as it feels every single time, it's so hard to imagine fitting more inside me. I know it's possible, of course. I've watched my fair share of illicit videos on the internet, but I've spent a lot of time staring at, touching, and tasting Jack's dick and I know just how big it is.