Page 78 of Cheater

Her chin trembles like she’s about to cry, but her cunt squeezes around my fingers again and I reward her by pressing harder into her G-spot, by rubbing faster circles around her clit as I kiss her. Her lips part and I swallow another whimper as our tongues touch.

“Let me have your sounds. Now. Do it and you’ll get my mouth around your hot little clit.”

She whimpers. Not intentionally, I don’t think. She was holding her breath. Now, she’s panting.

“That’s my perfect girl.” I kiss her again and our tongues touch as her back arches.

Pulling back so I can move down her body, I’m immensely satisfied by the sight of her swollen lips, by the look on her face that tells me everything I need to know. I keep moving until I’m mostly off the couch, lifting her skirt up some more until it’s practically a belt. I tear her pink panties off and pocket them, then lift her right leg and drape it so her heel is resting on the top of the couch back.

She’s splayed wide open for me when I dive in and taste her.

She tries to stifle another whimper, but fails.

I undo the buttons of the pink blouse and reveal the lacy pale pink bra.

“Matching bra and panties, little bunbun?” I chuckle. “It’s like you knew I’d see these. Didn’t you? You wanted me to make you strip for me so you could show me all this pink lace draped over these beautiful tits. This pretty, shaved pussy. No baby unicorns are dyin’ today, Chloe, baby.”

She posted a rant on her sex blog, the last post on there, about going to the trouble of lady-scaping for a man and having him not make a move. She ranted that baby unicorns die when that happens. They dissolve like putting candy floss into water. And then she had a sparkled image of a unicorn with a caption – Save the Baby Unicorns.

By my calculations, that post was written not long after she started dating Hallman. He was disappointing, even from the beginning.

She doesn’t say anything, just keeps her eyes shut, her teeth holding that bottom lip. So I get back to business, running my tongue through her folds, dipping into her wet opening, before I close my mouth around that swollen button and suck hard, watching her back leave the couch, feeling more of her essence coat my tongue. I take both of her beautiful breasts into my hands and run my thumbs over her taut nipples while I apply suction to her clit.

Her body starts to tremble, so I keep it up. A rhythm of circles around her nipples and long, hard strokes of my tongue between her legs.

As she hits her climax, I let go of her tits and I’ve got her ass cheeks in each hand, massaging as I suck harder, watching her come apart under my control. Arching harder, bared tits pointing at the ceiling as she gives me all her sounds, doesn’t stifle any of them, and it’s like music to me.

I release her left cheek to free my cock out of my suit pants, biting down on her clit, making her squeal as her eyes jolt open to connect with mine.

“Baby,” I say softly as I move up her body and then I pull back so I can slam forward, hard and to the root as my mouth again collides with hers, feeling my sweet girl’s orgasm ramp up again. “Such a good girl.”

Another thing that’s just mine. Multiple orgasms. One of her entries was about never having the pleasure and I suspect Hallman didn’t do this for her.

At the idea of him even trying, I pick up my rhythm and it turns punishing. She feels so fucking good.

“This cock is tired of not being where it belongs,” I tell her, kissing her over and over. “I don’t know how much longer I can last before I don’t let you go, before I keep you.”

She stops making sounds, she stops responding. She goes still.

“Keep you with me always, making all your dreams come true, making you fall so madly in love with me you’ll never wanna leave.” I hold her face as I thrust in again and again, but her eyes are closed now.

“Chloe. Eyes!” I snap. “No hiding from me.” She’ll soon figure this out, even if it has to be the hard way. “He will never make you feel like this. He will never put in an ounce of effort above and beyond what he feels he has to do whereas I’ll go all in to give you whatever you want, as much as you want. Because why, Chloe? I want you. The more I have of you, the more I want.”

The way we look at one another, her expression stark, raw, her lips looking swollen, her eyes glassy, I know I’ll never grow tired of being inside her while she comes, I’ll never grow bored of exploring the facets in these light blue irises as she looks at me, while she watches me come.

I’m coming, and she whispers, “I hate you.”

She doesn’t.

“I… want you to l-leave me alone,” she rasps, eyes closing as she tries to catch her breath.

“That’s a lie,” I accuse, then roll off, not happy about the lack of space on this couch for basking in the afterglow. Though she doesn’t seem interested in that part at the moment as she curls up into a ball and stares at nothing while I shove my cock back into my suit pants and zip up.

I lick my lips. “Damn, you taste good.” I caress her hip. “There’s a bathroom right there if you need it.”

Without looking at me, she gets up and the skirt falls back into place. She holds her blouse closed as she disappears into the small bathroom. She locks the door.

When she steps out, I’m at the conference table, opening my soup.

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