Page 17 of Never Yours

“Yes.”

Ingrid covers my hand, pauses for a moment, then presses the start button. “Three minutes.”

I waste no time sliding down her body and slinging her legs over my shoulders. With only three minutes, I don’t have enough confidence with my tongue alone, reinforcements are needed.

I lick once up her center, instantly drunk from the taste of her. It takes me a moment to recover. If I wasn’t a dumbass in high school, I could’ve been living between her legs with her thighs as earmuffs for the last decade. The realization hurts more than I thought it would.

Sliding two fingers up and down her slit twice, I finally press into her; curling right where she needs me with my tongue circling her clit. Her breathy moans fill the room, and I do my best to avoid looking at the clock at all cost.

She’s here. She wants me. She’s mine.

I continue the same pace and pressure of my tongue, but it’s not enough for her. My fingers massage the one spot that should have her come undone… Nothing.

Shit!

Time is running out and I refuse to lose.

I kiss up her body, keeping my fingers deep inside her. I kiss her once, then beg a little too desperately, “Tell me. What do you need?”

“More,” she replies breathlessly. I press a third finger inside her, making her gasp, and increase the pressure of my tongue.

It only takes a minute and a half before she moans, “Right there, don’t stop… Oh, fuck… Cay,” with her perfect pussy clenching tighter around my fingers. She isn’t just tight, though, there’s a pulsing as she cries out, giving me pause. My beard is fucking soaked, the bed even wetter. She may be able to fake moaning, but there’s no denying that I made her come this time. I suck harder, making her scream in pleasure, not wanting the three minutes to end.

Unfortunately, the timer on my phone beeps.

“Cay, I”—I nip at her thigh—“Fuck.”

Mine.

I take my time kissing up her body until I reach her lips. I pull down my boxers a few inches and slide my cock inside her, and a soft moan escapes her. Pushing in to the hilt, I keep my cock deep, savoring the feeling of her perfect pussy wrapped around it. Sex will wait for another day, but I need to feel her right now, for as long as she’ll let me.

ingrid

. . .

Did we just have sex?

No…

His cock is inside me… but we didn’t have sex.

But that was…

Fuck, it felt good.

It wasn’t earth-shattering, but I came.

Hard.

Can we do that again?

Does he want to do it again?

Oh shit! He didn’t come!

“Ingrid.” His soothing voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?”

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