Page 43 of The Wallflower and the Running Back

“Are you wet for me, Rachel?”

Her eyes are pained with need. It’s so fucking sexy. And when she moans, “Uh huh,” it takes all my restraint not to tear through her panties and suck her pussy. But it’s the anticipation for me, too. I want to take my time. To enjoy this. For her to enjoy this. Besides, I don’t have to be well-rested tomorrow. I’m on the bench.

I kiss her right in the center this time, letting my lips linger on the thin satin strip that barely covers her. I can smell how much she wants this, her scent so fucking sweet.

“I bet you taste so good,” I say, kissing her center again. This time, I press my tongue against the strip of fabric, dragging it along the length, feeling how swollen she is underneath. Her head falls back against my door and she lets out a soft cry.

“Oh, you want to be fucked, don’t you?”

She cries out again, softly.

“Uh huh.”

My right palm flattens against her abdomen, my other hand still hooked in the lace band at her hip. My thumb slides between her legs and I rub her swollen pussy, pressing into her and circling where she’s most sensitive. Her hips buck, pushing out from the wall, and I push her back, holding her still while my thumb hooks into the soaking wet center of her panties and tugs it to the side.

“One taste,” I hum, my lips brushing against her pussy as I talk dirty to her. She’s so fucking sexy, innocent and wild at the same time. I give in and drag my tongue from her center all the way to the beginning of the small trail of copper hair. Needing more, I kiss her pink skin, sucking in her clit and flicking my tongue against it. She gasps and I let go, smiling.

“Let me see you,” I say, pulling her panties down her hips and thighs until she lifts one foot at a time to step free of them.

I rub my thumb over her glistening skin, slow circles that seem to force her eyelids to flutter shut. Her hands weave into my hair, urging me toward her, begging. Fucking hell, she wants me to lick her more.

My turn to obey, so I do as she asks, clawing up the backs of her legs until my hands grab her ass cheeks and my tongue dives into her pussy. Her gasp is loud this time, propelling me to be rougher, to take more. Groaning, I hook her leg over my shoulder for better access and dip my tongue inside.

“You’re so fucking warm. So sweet.” I flick her clit with my tongue, then sink it inside her again, my hands rough on her ass, hers grabbing my hair. I tease her clit with my tongue and run my finger through her wet folds, finally diving inside and working her with my hand.

“Ooooo, Logan.” My name vibrates from her lips, driving me harder, and I push two fingers in, fucking her like this until her center clenches around me and her pussy grows wetter as it shudders against my tongue.

Her hands fall from my hair, and her body is instantly limp. I swoop her into my arms and spin around to drop her on my bed, pulling her ankles off the edge. I stand at the foot of the bed, my cock hard as fuck as I stare at her pussy. So perfect. I unzip my pants and kick them off along with my boxer briefs, then tear through the buttons on my shirt, my impatience getting the best of me. Stroking my cock, I stare at her as her back arches, the top several buttons of her white blouse open. She took her jacket off in the truck.

“Touch yourself.” It’s a request but I say it more like a command. The quirk in her lip seems to show she likes it. She moves her hand inside her blouse, slipping inside the lace of her bra, gliding over her nipples.

“Lose the shirt. I want to see.”

A coy smirk paints her mouth as she draws her knees up, resting her heels on the bed while her hands undo the buttons on her shirt. I drop my cock and step toward her, unwrapping the leather straps from her legs while she slips out of her white dress shirt. I drop her shoes to the floor just as she unclasps the center snap on her bra, the lace relaxing but clinging to the hard rosy peaks of her tits.

I nudge her legs apart with my knee and crawl on the bed, lowering myself enough to grab the edge of her bra in my teeth. I shift the lace over the curve of her breast with my mouth, revealing her hard nipple, and I swipe at it with my tongue.

Rachel’s hands fly to the back of my head as she arches her back and holds me near her breast, pushing her tit into my mouth. I bite it, clasping the hard tip between my teeth and flicking the skin with my tongue as she writhes beneath me.

“I want this,” she murmurs, her hands sliding around my sides and lowering to my cock. She takes me in both hands, stroking me, her thumbs rubbing away the pre-cum dripping from my tip.

“You can have it,” I say, my voice almost a growl.

I get up from the bed and move to my nightstand, grabbing a condom out of the drawer. I tear the packet open and slip the condom over my cock, returning to the foot of the bed where she is splayed out and ready for me.

“You sure you want this?” I put a knee between her legs and push her thighs farther apart. She nods then bites her knuckle, her lips quivering with her stuttering breath.

I hold myself over her, guiding my cock to her entrance, and I push in the tip then pull out, dragging my length through her wetness. She whimpers as I dip into her again, a little deeper, holding my position a little longer.

“You’re so fucking tight, Shortcake. Your pussy is like heaven.” I slip back out and run my cock over her pink skin again.

She arches her hips in anticipation and I guide myself into her one last time, sinking in deep and shifting to hold myself above her. I rock my hips slowly at first, and she welcomes each push with a soft moan. Her arms stretch above her head as her hands grab at my blanket, fisting it as I pump into her harder, faster. Our gazes lock and her lips part, the sweetest, hungriest cry escaping her lips each time I push in. Her tits shake with my force and I drop my mouth to her nipple, sucking in one then the other as she meets each pummel by raising her hips and pushing into me.

“Fuck, Rachel. I’m going to come,” I warn her, and as if it’s a challenge, her legs wrap around my waist just as her arms swing around my neck.

I sit up on my knees, my cock inside her, and maneuver so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and she’s in my lap. My hands grip her ass and I pump my hips as she bounces on my cock, her moans now a constant hum, only broken by my dick pushing deep inside.

“I’m coming,” she says, her raspy voice ragged with sex, hot against my ear.

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