Page 216 of Out of Bounds

"As your fake girlfriend, I’m supposed to keep you happy," I continued, bypassing his interruption. "This is me fulfilling the obligation."

Ryan’s fingers trailed through my hair before he fisted it and drew me close. My breathing hitched in my throat.

"Call yourself my fake girlfriend again," he warned, "and I’ll show you how fake this is when I fuck you on this couch."

"You come too much for that. We’d ruin the couch."

“You need to go home, art girl.”

“Nope. If you can’t go to bed…” I pushed away from him and sank to my knees in front of the couch. “I bring the bed to you."

The arguments from Ryan were gone. In its place was a low murmur of appreciation as he ran his hand over my cheek, cupping the side of my face. I could barely see him in the darkness but I could hear the zipper when he finally released his cock.

Oh my god, yes.

Throbbing, at full-mast, I basically salivated over him before I kissed the head, drawing him quickly into my mouth. I did everything forhim. His groans, the way his fingers twitched in my hair, the way he thrust into my mouth, all of it was my favorite thing. I loved blowing him.

Slowly, I took him to the back of my throat and bobbed back and forth of his cock, just enjoying myself, heart hammering in my chest.

"I missed you today," he muttered, guiding his cock down my throat again.

I nodded in agreement, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft while he pulsed in my mouth. With any of my hookups, blowjobs had been something to do. Maybe a trade for a trade. I had no idea you could legitimately enjoy it.

Ilovedpushing myself to the limits for him.

“Look how well you’re taking it.” he rasped, tightening his hold on my hair again. “Kassie, is this what you’ve been thinking about? Getting your throat fucked?”

Quickly, I nodded, and took him down my throat again, heat pooling between my legs.

“You’remine.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I loved when he talked like that. But it was getting hard to focus on enjoying his cock and all of the ways he knew he could turn me on.

“Why would I suspend the off-limits tag?” he grunted and kept a firm hand to the back of my neck pumping his cock in my mouth. “You belong to me. My art girl. Nobody else gets to touch you like this, nobody else gets todreamabout it.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t blow him and desperately press my thighs together. My fingers went to my zipper and I pulled it down. All I’d do is get a little relief. If I got that, I could put all my focus on Ryan.

A moan tore out of me when I touched my panties.

Ryan’s hand locked on my hair and stopped me in place, half of his cock in my mouth. “What are you doing?”

I gazed up at him. In the darkness, all I could see was his outline in front of me, looming ahead. God, it was so fucking hot. My fingers slipped further in and touched my clit, I almost buckled.

He grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“No,” I whimpered, still with his cock down my throat.

“Are youtouchingyourself?”

Weakly, I nodded.

Ryan tightened his grip on my hair and his hand snaked down in front of me until he was at my zipper. The man could balance everything a lot better than I could because he pushed his cock down my throat again while dipping down into my panties.

“Oh, god,” I choked out, muffled.

Gently, he stroked my sex and breathed out slowly.

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