Page 93 of Forgive You

Fuck, I didn’t know this could feel so good.

Every few seconds, he moves his mouth up more. Gracing my clit, sucking it,teasing it, right before he lowers his lips again, playing with the rest of my bundle of nerves.

I know what he’s doing.

I can feel it now.

Every time he focuses on my clit, it sparks my orgasm closer to the surface. Taunting it, taunting me, before he builds the anticipation by leaving it alone again. It’s frustrating, mind-blowing, full-blown annoying, and the best goddamn feeling I’ve ever felt in my fucking life.

“Jason,” I moan, scraping my nails over his scalp.

I want him to drag this out as long as possible, but I also want him to speed it up. I’ve never felt more like a contradiction, stuckin a purgatory that’s not a hardship to be in. The muscles in my loins start to tense around my hips.

“You’re so sexy, baby.” His words buzz against my open center, nearly setting me off, and I groan, gripping his head.

His eyes fly up, mischief written in his gaze. “You taste so good.”

“Baby, please.” It’s not just a plea.

It’s a plea that could easily be confused by me begging me for my life, instead of the release I’m desperate to feel. I want to detonate on his face, want my arousal dripping on the damn tile. I want to scream into the night and literally touch the stars.

“Hmm, I’m still hungry.” His flat tongue covers every bit of my bare pussy, and I lunge forward, an electric shot flying through me when he reaches my clit.

“Fuck,” I mutter, the aftershock buzzing in my veins.

I completely surrender to his touch, his hunger. But I’m not sure how long I can sit on this brick wall before my body goes limp and my torso falls into the bushes.

It’s like he’s slowly tearing me down, breaking my walls and enjoying every bit as I crumble in his palms.

He circles my tongue, continuing his open-mouthed kisses, then swipes his tongue over the edge of my clit.

“Oh, fuck.”

He does it again.

And again.

And again.

Each touch builds the explosion inside of me, as if the fire jumps further down the wick every time with each lick of his tongue.

I can feel it growing in my hips as he plunges a finger inside of me, and I cry out in pleasure. His thumb massages my rim when he pushes his hand in and out my pussy, softly kneading the flesh and, oh my god, this is out of this world.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”

He chuckles, then the tip of his tongue touches the skin right below my clit, and he starts moving it from left to right at a steady pace.

“Oh my god.” My moan is loud, deep, and it’s fucking impossible to stop when he’s doingthat.

His hand never misses a beat, and the rhythm he has with his tongue graces my clit just enough to slowly but surely ignite my orgasm. He speeds up the rhythm, growing the wave I’m anticipating, until he reaches a frantic pace, and I wail into the night.

Pleasure crashes through me like a tsunami, wiping away all my worries along with it. The intensity flows through my entire body, lifting onto a cloud I never want to get off of.

“Fuck.” I shudder in aftershocks. I can sense my wetness dripping down on his mouth, and he eagerly licks me clean before our eyes meet.

With bad boy vibes, he wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then gets back on his feet. I’m barely landing back on earth, not even sure I want to, and before he can reach his full height, I yank his neck to crush his lips against mine.

His moan hums into the kiss, and the salty taste of my arousal coats my tongue. “That was amazing.”

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