Page 51 of Bought and Broken

“Really? That reactive over just touching your thigh?” He chuckles, sliding further down the bed to lie down between my legs. My clit throbs and aches with the need to be touched. I may be a virgin, but I have touched myself a lot. I know what I like and I’m familiar with my body.

Tate looks my pussy over like he’s examining it, and I’m starting to get insecure about it.

Why is he staring at me like that?

“Don’t come until I say,” he rasps out.

“O-okay.” Shouldn’t be too difficult. I know what edging is and I’ve done it a few times. I wasn’t lying when I said I like to watch porn. I’ve watched all sorts, and it helped me learn what I like. Maybe I wasn’t so concerned about losing my virginity because I learned how to take care of myself. What else am I supposed to do when I’m in the house all day?

Tate smirks, his brown eyes flickering with excitement, then leans in and swipes his tongue over my clit.

“Oh shit,” I mutter, my hips moving into his mouth of their own volition. He goes in to do it again, the heat and warmth of his tongue like nothing I’ve felt before. Tate doesn’t pull his mouth away, just slowly drags his tongue back and forth. He’s barely been there ten seconds and he’s already driving me crazy.

“Stop, stop, stop,” I say, pushing his head away.

He looks up at me with a cocky smirk. “Something wrong, baby?”

“I can’t—you said…” I’m panting, my body wound tight like a spring. One more lick and I’d be done for. How did he do that?

“What did I say?” he teases.

I lick my lips. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“So quickly?” he asks in a degrading tone, that for some reason is so damn sexy.

“As if your first blow job lasted more than thirty seconds?” I fire back.

“Baby, you won’t even last thirty seconds,” he says, running his fingers up and down the insides of my thighs which somehow is keeping me right on the edge.

Could I come like this?

I wouldn’t doubt it with the way I’m feeling.

He’s probably right about me not lasting, but I’m stubborn.

“I’ll last at least a minute,” I argue.

“Let’s bet on that.” He pushes himself up and gets his phone from the end table to put a timer on. “If you come before the minute is up, I’m getting a favor that I can call in at any time.”

I gasp, which makes him smile wider. With Tate, that could be anything from helping him pick out clothes to fucking me in the ass.

“And if I don’t?”

“What do you want?”

“Tell me why you stopped talking to me.”

He grits his teeth, but nods, dropping the phone to the bed. He taps the button to start it and goes back to licking me the way he was without warning.

It’s been five seconds now and I already know I’m not going to make it. Why did I think this was a good idea? Why did I think I could last so long for my first time? Because I had no idea a mouth could feel so good… That Tate could make me feel so good.

Accepting defeat, I lie back and enjoy it. Fuck it. Tatum can have this glory. This feels too good to stop him.

My stomach tightens, and I get this warm sensation in my lower abdomen. A quick glance at the phone shows the number nineteen.

“Damnit…” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair. “Oh, Tate… you’re going to make me come.”

He keeps dragging his tongue over my clit like he’s barely working for it, and I detonate. My back arches from the bed, my hands digging into his scalp. And the noises that leave me don’t even sound like me… they hardly sound human!

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