Page 92 of Foreplay on Words

“Please, Evan?” she begged.

“I’m sorry, what?” I teased as I tried to avoid eye contact.

“I’ll be good.” She pouted as she tried to convince me to do something––to touch or plunge into somewhere.

“Where do you want me?” I asked as I rose onto my knees again.

She eyed my dick hungrily, staring at me with an intensity that empowered me to keep going.

“In here.” She licked her lips again. “Put your cock in my mouth.”

I arched an eyebrow. Having this kind of control over another person’s pleasure was addictive, and I easily dropped into a dominant role.

“Please?” Her voice was a breathy whisper.

How could I resist that?

I clicked the end of the bullet, and the vibrations stopped.

Carefully raising my knees over her outstretched legs, I straddled her torso and shifted my knees until my cock was poised out of reach of her mouth.

“You want it here?” I asked as I pressed on her lower lip with my thumb.

“Yes,” she sighed, and I felt her breasts brush against the insides of my thighs.

“You sure?” I confirmed, knowing her answer but enjoying prolonging her seduction.

“Please stop teasing me,” she whispered as she raised her head, her lips barely grazing the head.

I shifted forward a little more and eased my way inside.

“Since you asked so nicely...”

Her hot mouth enveloped the head of my cock, and she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking lightly.

“Fuck,” I cursed as I grabbed the headboard with one hand, my hips slowly rocking into her mouth. My sexy, greedy girl tried to lift her head to take me further, but I was completely in charge of the depth and speed.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, making it extremely hard to maintain my cool as I made shallow thrusts, watching closely to ensure she could breathe. Choking my writing partner would make it difficult to continue our research.

“Shit,” I groaned, finding myself getting over-excited with every hum of her mouth against my overheated skin. The ring amplified the sensations, making everything more intense. Chase’s eyes fluttered as I stroked her cheek, and she suckled the head when I started to pull out. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she lightly scraped her teeth against me. She would never make things easy on me, and I loved it.

“Bad girl,” I scolded as I pulled out and leaned back, reaching down to pinch her nipple.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. Her lips were swollen and pink, moisture glistening on the bottom one. The sight of it made me pause momentarily, transfixed by how stunning she was, but I quickly centered myself in the cradle of her thighs, lifted her hips, and slipped my knees under the backs of her thighs.

She was literally dripping. I’d never seen her this wet. I’d never seen any woman quite this undone and full of desire because of me.

“You ready?” I asked as I traced the head of my cock through her wetness, waiting for her answer.

“This again?” she groaned playfully as she wiggled as much as her bound position on my lap allowed.

“Be nice, or I’ll make you watch as I cum all over your pretty tits.” I held my dick and slowly stroked it up and down. She groaned as I pressed the tip down on her clit and tapped it firmly a few times, making her throw her head back and moan. It was fucking hot to make her frustrated like this. I was going to have to hide the wooden spoon.

“Can you be nice?”

“Yes,” she huffed. I smacked her clit again. “Damn you.”

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