Page 69 of Not Ready

“Okay, hold on just a second.” I wiggle back and grab another pillow. I’d like to be able to see him, at the very least.

He waits until I’m situated and wraps his forearms under my thighs. One hand loops down, pulling my pussy apart, and the other rests on my hip and stomach.

“Christ, Vale. I’ll never be able to eat strawberry pound cake again. Well, not without an erection.” His warm breath fans over my clit, and a second later, his tongue circles it.

My head falls back against the pillows as I moan.

He said he didn’t know what he was doing?

He lied.

His tongue works over my clit in quick flicks that have my legs shaking in no time. He growls into my sex and moves to tongue-fucking my hole.

That’s actually seriously working for me.

I move to tease my clit while he focuses on my entrance, and my pleasure coils tight.

My nipples throb as I writhe around the bed. His hand gently cups my stomach, holding me in place as I explode. It feels like his entire face is buried in my cunt. Bliss radiates through me as I come, moaning way too loudly.

I try to remind myself we’re in a hotel as I come down, but when he moves back to my clit, that becomes impossible.

I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds, but he just keeps sucking. Eventually, I move the other hand to yank at his hair, and he growls. He holds me in place, continuing to devour me until my body literally pulses with heat.

He said he was concerned about his skills?

He shouldn’t be.

I’m going to get him a gold star… Maybe a trophy, if he keeps that up.

His pheromones flood the air to the point he’s all I can smell.

Begging escapes around my fingers, and I sob out demands for him. He continues working me over to the point there’s no holding back the orgasm that rushes through my system.

My core convulses around nothing. I beg, plead, and demand as I quake.

Mercy keeps lapping and sucking until I literally have to try to roll over to get away from the oversensitive feeling.

“Good God, Vale.” He once again kneels between my thighs. He works his long, thick shaft in his hand, watching me with predatory intensity.

I bite my lip, studying his lithe form.

The way his forearm and abs flex with each pump of his cock makes my knees clench around him. He’s not circumcised, which isn’t something I’ve experienced, but I’m totally on board to learn anything I need to.

“I’d like to fuck you now.” He nods, looking so hopeful that I laugh.

“I’d like that too.”

“Is there anything I should know?”

“I got tested when I found out I was pregnant. Everything was negative. No weight on the baby…” I try to run through if there’s anything else I’m forgetting.

“We’re tested regularly, because some jobs require contact with bodily fluids.”

My face contorts into a frown.

“Blood, brain matter, things of that nature. It’s not the sexy type of fluids.” He sighs and glances away. “And this is why my sexual encounters never go well. I’m negative of any STIs too.”

“Help me up?” I ask, holding out my arms.

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