Page 65 of Sinful Secrets

“Fuck, I love when you act shy.” He pushes my tank top up, exposing my breasts before doing exactly as I asked.

My nipples pebble under his touch as they form stiff peaks.

I could stay like this forever.

He pauses his teasing to ask, “What’s your favorite food?”

“I’m not picky, but I love Chinese and Indian.”

“I’ll remember that.” He stops teasing my nipples and stares at me, waiting for my next command.

“Keep teasing my nipples. I love when you lick, suck, and bite them.”

His hot mouth wraps around one, sucking it until I squirm under him.

He releases my nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. “I love how responsive you are to me.”

“Don’t stop.” I arch my back, pushing my breasts closer to his face.

He chuckles, but continues with the opposite breast. He swipes his tongue across the stiff peak before sucking it into his mouth. This time, when he releases the nipple, he blows cold air onto it.

They harden until near pain, but his warm mouth covers it once again.

“If you don’t ask another question, I’m going to assume this game is over and get to the good part.”

He glances at me. “What is your favorite color?”

“That’s an easy question. Yellow.” I pull the covers off. “I want you to do that thing with your tongue that makes me scream.”

He pulls off my lounge shorts and settles between my legs, draping them over his shoulders.

“Tell me one of your fantasies.”

“Um, I don’t really have one.”

“Everyone has one.” His warm breath on my most intimate area sends pleasure down my spine.

“I guess it’d have to be the scene in The Notebook.”

“What scene?”

“You know, the scene of them against the wall.” He looks confused. “Wait. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen The Notebook.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve never seen it.”

Sitting up, I smack my hands on my cover. “That’s it. We’re having a movie night. We can resume the twenty questions afterwards.”

He glances at my pussy. “You want to watch a movie right now?”

“Why not? Except-” Frowning at him, I say, “I answered all of your questions, but I don’t know any of your favorites.”

“Water lily. Italian. Blue. And I’ll keep that a surprise for one day in the future.”

I furrow my eyebrows. “You don’t want to tell me one of your fantasies?”

“Of course I do, but I feel like that might ruin some of my mystery that you seem to love.”

“Fine, keep it a secret. I’ll just keep mine a secret as well.”

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