Page 77 of Butterfly Effect

“Is this your way of punishing me for ruining your birthday?”

I glower at his interruption.

“Because it’s not much of a punish?—”

“Goddamn it, Wade. Can you still breathe?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re not trying hard enough. I’ll accept whatever apology you come up with if you can make me come.”

A determined wrinkle in his brow forms as he laps at the fabric, matching the speed of my rocking hips and shallow exhales.

“Take them off.”

One of his large hands lifts to grab it, but I nudge him away with my knees.

“With your teeth.”

The black mesh bunches in his mouth, his head shifting side to side to slip them off, scratching my thighs along the way. Buttons loosen on his shirt, the shine of sweat glinting across his chest and up his neck. My eyes stretch to take it in.

This might be better than having a puppy.

He adorns each ankle with a tender kiss when I lift my heels out of the thong, and I almost feel guilty. But there’s no time for guilt because his lips—how are they so soft?—course up my calf and inner thigh, tightening my skin with goosebumps.

“Should I keep going?” he murmurs, closing into where I desperately want him again, fingering through those thick brown wisps and tugging him closer.

“Until I finish.”

Swipe after swipe, he sucks and licks and sucks and licks. He eats like he kisses. It’s greedy, thirsty.

My pussy throbs, aching for release. I reach for my shoulder and drop a strap, baring a hard and needy nipple.

Wade groans, eyes sagging with lust while watching me tweak and play with it, but his tongue doesn’t stop. I half expectone of his hands to join. Instead, he strokes himself over his slacks with a grumble, then unbuttons them to reach inside.

The knot of pleasure deep within my core threatens to unravel.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

His hand returns to the floor with a whimper, mouth still at the soaked cleft of my legs. “Gabe, please. I need to come.”

“Me first.”

He goes back to noisily eating me out, the attention to my clit sending me in a spiral, barreling toward a blinding orgasm. My head tosses back with a whine, legs clenching around him as I reach the peak. The orgasm bursts, and I let go of everything.

My vision, my hearing. His hair. My control.

My balance, too, because I fall back.

Wade catches me by the nape, drawing me into a swarmy kiss. Aftershocks shiver through me as I taste my cum on him.

The high keeps me in a haze, relishing his wandering hands on my torso and warm mouth down my neck. I almost don’t realize he’s lifted me around him and walked us to his room.

He cradles me with the gentlest placement on his bed.

“Can I lick your tits now? Please?” He waits for my agreement before lashing at a peak. “Tell me you want me to.”

My sigh comes out frustrated and impatient. “I want you to.”

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