Page 64 of Catching Feels

I look for Jillian and see her standing in the open doorway of my townhouse, stepping back into the foyer, scratching the top of Elle’s head.

Eyes trained on hers, the warm light from the artificial candles she has scattered around casts a soft glow over her body clothed in just a threadbare tee-shirt that, hands to her knees, has a faded football on it.

“You snap your fingers and make this happen in the two minutes it took me to get out here?” I ask, kicking the door shut behind me.

She shakes her head, a smirk playing on her thick, soft lips. “It was after the squirt emoji and the reminder that it’s been a few days since I’ve gotten off. You bring my vibe?”

I drop the leash, grab the back of her neck, pull her close enough to crash my lips over hers, and I devour her mouth, hands skating up her body, pushing the shirt higher and higher, tracing her curves, groaning at the discovery that she’s completely bare beneath it.

I have to break our kiss to pull the shirt over her head. “The sweetness of your mouth makes me crave the taste of your pussy. I want you on my face.”

Clearing her throat, she straightens her shoulders and steps back. “I’m going on a date with him.”

Fists clenched at my sides, I pray it helps keep the tension there and out of my voice so I at least sound calm. “When?”

“Tomorrow.”

Teeth clenched, jaw muscles popping, I tell her the truth. “Then I’m going to mark your pussy; make sure you’re still feeling me. It’ll be like I’m right there with you, chaperoning.”

I peel off my shirt, causing whatever smart-ass thing she was going to stay to stick in her throat as she eye-fucks me.

I grab her up, and she squeals.

“That was so un-GTO-like.”

“Then put me down.” She wiggles slightly.

“Perfect,” I say before nipping at her tit and giving her piercing a slight tug as I squat down on the newly refinished floors, with her naked body straddling my abs.

I reach between us and cup her pussy, sliding a finger inside. “You’re wet already.”

“Uh-huh,” she so squeaks out, and it’s cute as fuck.

I pull my finger out of her and grip her hips. “I wanna drown in your cum.”

“You what?” she asks as I drag her up my body.

“Get that sweet little pussy up here.”

She straddles my face like she’s done it a million times. Her confidence is sexy.

I grip her hips and pull her down on my face, burying it in her pussy. “Fucking amazing.”

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers.

“While I tongue-fuck you, I want you to ride my fucking face like you’ve never ridden anything before.”

She leans forward, placing her hands on the hardwood floor, and I pull her back to where I want her, spearing her with my tongue over and over until she begins to ride, sliding back and forth, soaking my face with her slickness.

I reach around her and slide a finger up and down the crack of her ass, rubbing circles around her puckered little hole with my pinky. When she begins rocking, my cock grows so hard it’s almost painful when I press in, just a bit, and she cries out, pressing into my touch. I swear I could come in my sweats.

I don’t go much deeper, and it’s not because she’s not loving it, because she is. It’s because I’m a greedy bastard, and the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her, is euphoric.

Her body is spasming as she curses, crying out my name, and then everything tightens.

“Gonna come. I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” she cries.

I flip us over, needing more control than she’s able to give me in this position, and continue licking, sucking, and finger-fucking her until she’s limp beneath me.

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