Page 115 of Truth or Dare

“Tommy?” I called out. He turned around and put his fist into the wall. I jolted. Then he did it again and stormed past his sisters and he left the house, slamming the door on his way out.

“C’mon. Let’s get that bleeding stopped.”

“Roll over,” Dare told me and I rolled to my belly. It was late and I’d fallen asleep waiting for him through an endless day of worrying about him. He’d carried me upstairs just like last night, just like most nights, and as usual, it was a wonderful way to wake up.

He pulled my yoga pants down and off. He took my socks off and then pulled my hoodie and tank top over my head, leaving me in a white bra and white lace thong. He made a deep mm sound that reverberated all through me, raising goosebumps.

His hand was on my ankle. He caressed it. Then his hand moved up to behind my knee. I felt his lips on my behind and he kissed upwards, slowly, kissing the small of my back, along my spine, my shoulder, my neck. He swept my hair to one side and then said, “Up, on your knees. Cheek stays on the pillow.”

I put my rear up in the air and then felt both of his hands on me, caressing up my legs toward my bottom and then grasping my hips.

“My beautiful angel,” he said and I looked back at him in the lamplight of the room. He was still fully clothed in a suit and tie and looking at me with passion.

I smiled at him. “I love being yours. It feels like I was born to be yours.”

His expression went heated, so heated. He leaned over and whispered, “You were.” and then his lips touched mine and his tongue swept in.

One of his hands was kneading one of my breasts and the other was gripping my ass. I was waiting, hoping. And then my hopes came true because the hand on my ass left it and then came back with a whack. I groaned right into his mouth. He whacked it again and I whimpered. Then his fingers dipped between my cheeks and down and then Dare found how wet I was. Dripping wet. I got flipped and then I was on my back and his fingers were between my legs, his mouth on a breast and he sucked deep while also pushing two fingers deep. I had goosebumps all over my body. I was panting. I wanted to touch him.

“May I touch you?”

“No. Lay on your back. Hands above your head. Hold the headboard.”

I did. I lost his fingers. I lost his mouth, but then I caught sight of him undressing, taking off his button-up shirt, taking off his suit pants. He ran his fingers through his hair with both hands and then his warm strong hands were on my knees, lifting them up and opening my legs wide. His head descended right between my legs and his tongue hit the bullseye immediately. I let go of the headboard and grabbed his hair and moaned.

His head lifted and he slapped my leg and then grabbed my face. “I said hold the headboard. Don’t let go.”

Holy fuck. Holy fuck, fuck, fuck. I was gonna come without him even touching me again.

I shuddered and grabbed the headboard.

“Naughty girl. Now you don’t get my tongue. Now I get to fuck your mouth.”

I whimpered and he climbed up and got his knees under my armpits. Oh yes, I wanted it in my mouth. Bad.

“Oh, Dare. Please fuck my mouth.”

“Oh, you want that?” He pumped his cock in a fist a few times and the tip touched my chin but then he moved back, just out of my reach.

“I do.”

“Say please.”

“Please, Dare.”

“You’re a naughty girl. You’re my naughty girl.”

“Yes, Dare. I’m your naughty girl. But I’ll be a good girl. Please may I suck that beautiful cock?”

The second the word ‘cock’ left my mouth his cock entered it. I grabbed his hips with both hands

“No.” He pulled out and slapped my breast. “Hold the headboard, Angel.”

I was panting. I was soaking wet and I needed him soon or I’d combust.

I held the headboard and waited, panting like a bitch in heat.

He moved down and leaned over my face and got his mouth by my ear.

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