Page 100 of The Longshot

Christ, I almost blurt out, but somehow manage to stop myself.

“Yes.” These simple, single-worded responses are all I’ve got in me to respond with. Everything else, he’s taken…

“I thought so,” I can feel him smirk against my lips. “Now, last question…” His hand barely grazes over my center as he taps gently. “How wet are you for me right now?”

I don’t have to respond. He knows the answer. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and fuck, he’s hardly even laid a finger on me.

“Stop asking questions and find out for yourself.”

He softly laughs against my cheek. “Like I said earlier, Chelsie,” he hums. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

I moan in immediate pleasure as Gary’s hand circulates slow, controlled, and calculated movements over the top of my panties before he brushes them aside and makes direct contact with my clit.

“Gary…” My head falls back against the warmth of his chest the second he plunges his fingers into me from behind, forcing my weight to displace and my legs to go limp.

“I think I might’ve answered my question,” he purrs, continuing his pace as I grow weaker and weaker in his arms. “That feels good doesn’t it, baby girl?”

I practically roll my eyes in both pleasure and annoyance. I hate this teasing. “I thought you said no more questions, Gary.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind one more.” He hits a spot that practically makes me squirm below. “Do you want me to fuck you, Chelsie?”

My voice is a whimper as I cry out. “Yes. Please.” My sentences are short, practically turned into pleas by now. “No more teasing.”

Gary pulls out, turning me around in the process where I watch him achingly place his now slick fingers into his mouth and suck them clean. “No more teasing?” he licks his lips until they curl into a satisfied smile. “But why when it’s so much fun?”

“Gary.” I grind my teeth as he unclasps my bra and drops to his knees.

“Chelsie,” he says my name back to me tauntingly.

“Please,” I beg for this harmonious torture to come to an end. “No more.”

“No more?” His brown eyes peer up at me as he reaches for the waistline of my soaked panties. “But why should I stop when you’re being such a good girl for me, baby? Give me one good reason.”

I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Because I need you,” I beg, though it hardly feels convincing enough. “I—I need you badly. I need you inside of me.”

“God.” Gary’s eyes sink in as he comes back onto his feet and speaks against my lips. “I want to hear that dirty little mouth of yours beg for me all day long.”

I comply in an instant.

“I want you, Gary.” My naked body presses against the bare of his chest. “I want you to fuck me.” I undo both his belt and trousers. “Think you can do that?” I murmur. “Think you can fuck me… Wilks?”

My use of his nickname for the very first time in the span of our relationship is enough to tip him over the edge as he tugs down on his trousers and runs his thumbs along the waistband of his boxers. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.” His boxers drop to the floor, and before I can survey his length, he’s picked me up and firmly planted me on top of the bench.

“Are you gonna be good for me?” He spreads my legs wide, lining himself between my thighs.

I nod in anticipation as he grasps hold of my knees and pulls me towards the edge of the table.

“You ready?” he presses his forehead against mine.

I wrap my calves around his waist and pull him in close, growing comfortable between his thighs.

“Remember when I said less talking, more kissing? Well, how about less talking more?—”

Gary thrusts his way inside of me before I can even carry out my sentence, leaving me in a state of whimpering bliss as my head falls back in pleasure.

“Fuck,” I cry out, nails digging into the skin along his spine as I steady myself against him.

“Fuck is right. I knew you’d be tight, but God, Chelsie.” Gary heightens up his pace—eyes rolling in and out of consciousness. “You’re such a good girl the way you’re taking all of me. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

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