Page 68 of Naughty & Nice

She shrieks when I sink us lower, causing even more mess.

“It’s better than nice. And what you just did… fuck.”

“You liked me sucking your cock, huh?”

“Yeah,” I muse, my brain misfiring from hearing her talk like that. “It was amazing.”

“Good, because I’m doing it again,” she states confidently.

“Only if you have to,” I tease.

“I want to do everything with you, Rix.”

“Sounds perfect,” I whisper as I press kisses to her shoulder. “I owe you now, though.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I blew too fast last night. You deserved better than that. And I’m not the kind of guy who’s happy to take and not give.”

“That’s good to hear. What are you—Rix," she gasps when my hand slides down her stomach and doesn’t stop until my fingers graze her clit.

“Are you sore?” I ask again as I gently tease her.

Honestly, I’ve no idea what feels good or what I should be doing here, but much like her sucking my dick, I’m willing to experiment until I get it right.

Her legs fall wider, giving me the space I need and in turn, a little hope that maybe it doesn’t feel awful.

I remember everything she showed me last night and try to mimic it.

“No,” she breathes, her hips jumping as I hit the right spot. “There. Keep doing that.”

So I do. Her breathing increases, the movement of her chest becoming more and more erratic.

Wanting to give her more to push her over the edge, I grip her breast with my other hand.

“Yes,” she gasps.

Her hips roll in time with my movements, and her moans and mewls get louder, letting me know that I’m doing an okay job.

“I want to make you come,” I whisper roughly in her ear.

“Keep going,” she moans, her grip on my thigh tightening to the point her nails dig into my skin.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” I breathe. “So sexy. Watching you fall apart is everything. So much better than I’ve been imagining all these years. I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long.”

“Yes, yes,” she chants as her body begins to tense. “Rix.”

Her body convulses and her back arches as she rides out her pleasure. Watching her is enthralling.

I’m obsessed. Utterly fucking obsessed.

“Oh my god,” she breathes as she begins to come down from her high. “My vibrator is going in the trash,”

I still as an image appears in my mind.

“You have a vibrator?”

She laughs. “Of course. I might not have been with anyone before, but a girl still has needs.”

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