Page 130 of Butterfly Effect

“You’ll…tap my hip twice?”

“Good.”

The drop of pre-cum gets licked away, more and more of it leaking from me in sync with the increased vibrations on the underside of my dick. My balls recoil to the point of pain.

Her eyes widen as the thin trail drips down her chin, neck, and sternum. She kisses its source before wrapping those plump lips around the aching head, then swallows more of me, stroking her tongue over the veins and sucking like her life depends on it, inching the toy closer and closer to where I need it.

I spread the stickiness over her nipples. They purse under my touch. “Fucking—obsessed with your tits.” My hands clamp around them, hissing with an unintentional thrust into her mouth when she presses the silicone bulge into the sensitive flesh behind my tightened balls. “Right there, yes. Goddamn your mouth. Your hands. Your tiny cunt, your ass. I’d fuck them all at once if I could.”

She deepthroats me with a gag while corkscrewing around the shaft and massaging the toy against the sensitive spot, forcing me to use her to prop myself up. “Gabe–Gabe—Gabe,” I chant. Her name’s a plea for mercy, and each time, it’s denied.

“Fuck–please. I need to.”

Head shaking out a silent no, she bobs at a mind-numbing cadence, the noisy squelching with each thrust testing my restraint beyond limits.

My leaden, shallow breaths alternate with desperate groans. They echo off every wall. I stammer through curses, knocking my head into the marble stone wall behind me, toes curling until they go numb.

“Gabe, please, please, please. I’m gonna—come so hard.”

I might black out.

She taps my hip.

Once.

Every muscle writhes and strains. I grunt as my cock fills her throat.

Twice.

The orgasm bursts, violent spurts of my cum pumping into her, the load so big it leaks from her mouth and onto my balls in a hot and sticky web.

Vision lost, the ringing in my ears recedes as I drown in the sensory overload.

When the high subsides, Gabe repositions the shower stream between us, cheeks puffed. She reaches for my jaw and spits my release into my gaping mouth. A judder rolls through me as it lands on my tongue, salty and thick.

Her hand places mine over her throat as she gulps the rest of it.

“See you at the game.”

A pang from lost contact settles as she exits the shower.

“No good luck kiss?” I call after her. “No kiss goodbye?”

“Win tonight, and I’ll kiss that sweet round ass.”

Chapter 22

I Will Not Ask to Get Fingerbanged on My Fake Boyfriend’s Bus

Gabe

Findingyour fake boyfriend’s sex toy and playing with his taint while sucking the soul out of him: cannot recommend it enough. Ten out of ten. No notes.

His desperation, his neediness, the way he begs. It’s delightful.

Mood lifted, I let Candace style my hair as big as she wants and even agree to the purple smokey eye with gold glitter Jas has been wanting to try instead of the standard neutral tones.

During warm-ups, I review notes while Denise checks her battery. She bellows a groan as Wade skates over, beaming with child-like glee. “Here comes trouble.”

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