Page 72 of Deceitful Promises

“I woke up, and you started touching me, and it felt so good. You’ve been trying not to take advantage of me all this time, but here I am, doing just that.”

She sounds guilty, which is absurd. “Hmm, life’s strange,” I say, slipping my hand back inside her underwear.

The lust-filled sleep monster I became has already taken off her shorts. Her naked pussy feels so damn good, so perfect. I smooth the wetness from her entrance over her folds and her clit, and then linger on her bud when I hear her suck in a breath of near release. I rub her quicker, tilting my head so I can listen to her moaning right against my ear and feel her warmth.

She seems to know what I want, purposefully moaning in my ear, dragging her fingernails down my chest. I’m shirtless, too. We’ve clearly been busy.

“Don’t let me be nervous, okay?” she whispers. “Don’t let me ruin it. I want it. The real thing. I wantus.”

“There’s no rush,” I say, my voice trembling. The only reason I even say this is because I know it’s going to be damn near impossible not to let go entirely once I feel her tight virgin hole kissing the tip of my dick.

“Are you kidding? If the last few days have taught us anything, it’s that we shouldn’t wait. Unless you don’t want to …”

With a growl, I grab her wrist and guide her hand to my rock-hard dick. She gasps as though she’s surprised. Then she moves her hand up and down slowly, nervously.

“Like that?”

“You don’t need to ask,” I groan. “Anything you do is perfect, Ania. Just like you. Oh, fuck, I want you so damn bad.”

I kiss her neck, then move down her body, waiting for any sign she’s going to tell me to stop. It would be understandable if she did after all that’s happened, but the closer I get to her heat, the more urgent her moans become.

As I pull her underwear down, I kiss the inside of her legs, loving the way she shivers with each kiss, loving the way her moans dance.

Finally, I lean back, looking at her soaked, tight slit in the lamplight. She glistens with wetness, her tight walls begging for my dick. Pressing my face against her, I savor the smell, the feel, and her taste. She shudders as I drag my tongue across her lips to her clit. I almost stop and ask her if she’s okay, but then my beautiful ballerina smooths her hand through my hair. She wants me to keep going. She needs me to go on as hungrily as I have to.

I realize it’s always been like that with us. I don’t care if “always” shouldn’t mean a damn thing, considering how long we’ve been together. She’s the only person who can make me forget about everything, even if it’s just happened. She’s my world.

Placing my hands on her legs, I caress her thighs as I keep licking her, swiping my tongue faster, moving with the motion of her moans. She gasps and twitches her hips, her breath catching, using her ballerina’s grace to chase the release.

I slide one hand closer to her entrance, then slip my finger inside.

Oh, fuck. She’s so tight. My dick feels like it could explode. So. Damn. Tight.

She wraps her lithe legs around me as if she wants me to get even closer to her. I grab her ass and push myself against her, losing myself with each tongue stroke, feeling like I’m playing an instrument with how she responds to me. Her fingernails scrape against my head as I lick fiercer, harder, faster, and then she makes the sexiest noise.

It’s like she’s letting go, and every bad thing that’s ever happened to her is fading away. Dammit, this orgasm is likepoetry.

I want to look up so I can see the lust on her face. I want to watch the desire shimmering through her, but there’s no way I’ll take my attention anywhere else right now. I push my finger deeper into her, swirling it in circles, the heat of her body begging me for more.

Finally, she lets out a long breath, panting. I finally let myself look up. She’s staring down with shock, gripping her features, the corner of her lip twitching in that perfect Ania way.

“Whoa,” she murmurs.

I smirk. “Whoais right.”

“I want you,” she murmurs.

“Ineedyou,” I growl, kissing my way back up her body, laying myself against her so she can feel my dick pressing through my pants.

She reaches down, stroking my groin as I kiss her neck. I think I might explode when I feel her moving her hand up and down my length. When she tugs at my waistline, I warn myself not to get too excited. She’s so young and innocent, still a virgin.

When she getspastthe waistline, and I feel the skin-on-skin contact of her hand wrapped around my dick, I can’t think about anything. It’s all instinct. It’s all passion.

I kneel to shuffle awkwardly out of my shorts, making her laugh in the cutest way.

“Are you mocking me?” I say with a smirk.

She’s about to say something, probably sassy as hell, but then my cock springs free, and whatever words she is about to say fade away. She stares wide-eyed at my manhood.

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