Page 71 of Chase Our Forever

“I-I-I can’t.” She fumbles with her words, her eyes wide and her cheeks pink as she stares back at me.

I let out a low growl, reaching out and grabbing her waist to pull her closer to me. “You can, and you will,” I demand, desperate for her. I’ve been starved for her for over a month. Now that I have the chance to taste her again, I want her taste to consume me. “Please,” I add, not above begging.

“Dean, I’ll smother you,” she responds nervously.

I smile. “That’s the point, sunshine.”

She gives me a timid smile as she grabs onto the top of my headboard and swings one leg over me. Before she overthinks it, I grab her hips and line up her perfect pussy with my mouth.

I run my tongue along her, reveling in the way she moans unabashedly at the first swipe of my tongue. I lick again, circling her clit. It must feel good because she allows herself to relax a little, lowering herself against my face even more.

It’s heaven, tasting her, being able to breathe nothing but her. I keep a tight grip on her outer thighs as I keep her inplace right above me. It’s been torture the last month knowing how she tasted and not being able to do it again. The wait just might’ve been worth it to have her again, but just like this.

Her moans get louder and louder. At first, she let me be in control, even though she was on top. But with every swipe of my tongue and suck of her clit, her hips move more and more as she chases her release.

I want to tell her how fucking good she’s being, that I love her riding my face, but I’m too busy making her feel good to stop long enough to say anything.

She grinds against my tongue, her moans getting louder and closer together. My name falls from her lips over and over, her voice getting more high-pitched by the second.

“Dean!” she screams, her hips moving against me in rapid succession. She pulses against my tongue, her breathy moans echoing off the walls as she finds her release. I don’t stop until her hips still and she lifts herself from me. My grip around her thighs loosens, and I pull my body up so we’re face-to-face once again.

Her wet pussy lines up perfectly with my cock. If I wasn’t still wearing my sweatpants, I’d be able to slide into her with ease.

Liv’s breathing is fast as she still rides out the aftermath of her orgasm. “That was…” She doesn’t even finish her sentence. There’s a dreamy look in her eyes as she tries to calm her breathing.

“Incredible? Perfect? Fuck, sunshine. You did so good riding my tongue. I want to start every morning with you riding my face.”

Her cheeks turn pink. She pulls her eyes from mine for a moment as she bites back a smile. She reaches up and wipes my chin. “Oh my god, is thatmeon your chin?”

I didn’t think it was possible, but she gets even more red. Even her chest turns red as she attempts to wipe her cum frommy face. I gently grab her by the wrist to stop her. My eyes stay locked on hers as I stick my tongue out to lick all around my mouth. “It sure is, sunshine. The messier, the better.”

She shakes her head. I love how easy it is to make her blush. Even when her skin is turning the prettiest shade of pink from my words, it’s obvious that she loves the filthy things I say to her. She bites her lip and begins to move her hips against my cock, already wanting more.

Achingly slow, she grinds her pussy against me. My head falls against the headboard as air hisses through my teeth. Licking her until I felt her come against my tongue was incredible, but I still need more. This time, I want to feel her pussy hug me as she comes and screams my name.

“Liv.” Her name comes out strangled and desperate as she continues to tease me.

“I want you,” she responds, the sexiest, sultry tone to her voice. She circles her hips, and a low groan comes from my lips at how badly I want her.

“Whatever you want from me is yours,” I respond tightly. She’s dry humping me, and I could come any minute from it like a damn teenager. I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed by it. My desperation to come with her wrapped around me outweighs anything else.

Liv must like my answer because she gives me a wide smile. Without saying anything, she moves her body from mine. She sits herself between my legs and hooks her fingers into the waistband of my pants.

“Sorry,” she mutters, looking at the wet spot on my gray sweatpants.

A low growl comes from deep in my chest at the sight of it. “That’s fucking sexy,” I tell her, loving the proof of her arousal on me.

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she pulls on the waistband of my pants and begins to pull the fabric down my thighs. She sucks in a deep breath when my cock springs free. Her eyes don’t move from me while she pulls my pants all the way down and tosses them aside.

“Dean.” She lets out a shaky moan just looking at my length. “That isn’t going to fit.”

I wrap my hand around my cock and pump up and down, needing some sort of relief. She watches me carefully with parted lips. “It’ll fit, baby,” I assure her. “I’ll be nice and gentle for you. I need you so fucking bad. We’ll make it fit.”

She nods as she leans forward. The strands of her wet hair tickle the tops of my thighs as she leans in close to my cock.

“Can I?” she whispers. “I’ve never…but I want…” She’s so fucking eager to touch my cock and take me in her mouth that she can’t even finish her thought.

My eyes flutter shut for a moment as her words settle in. “Yes, baby,” I croak, unable to get out anything more than that.

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