Page 94 of Butterfly Effect

His throat clenches, like the hands at his sides.

I kneel.

Pre-cum leaks from his tip.

“Better not let that go to waste.” I offer my hand. “Can I?”

He rapidly nods.

I fist the base of his cock. “You want my mouth, Pretty Boy?”

“Your tongue, too.” The rushed-out ask gulps down the stiff column of his neck.

“Tsk. So greedy.” I lick the drop away. Wade’s eyes flicker shut, his stable posture teetering the short stride to the wall behind him. “Maybe I’ll stop.”

The lie tastes as salty as he does.

“Please—don’t.”

Heat and warmth flood the space between my legs, panties doing nothing to contain it. My lips wrap over the swollen head, suckling before leaving it with another lick of his dripping slit. “More?”

“More,” he begs. His hands grip the wall.

I study his cock’s thickness and weight in my hold with a twist. Wade hisses and whimpers.

One of my hands rises to his bare hip, the other guiding his to my nape, pushing his fingers through the tied hair there.

I take in an inch, then another, letting him glide deeper and deeper. Ridged veins spread his pre-cum over my tongue. It drips down my throat, and I swallow.

“Fu—fuck—”Wade stills, gushing the most delicate gasp out when he’s slotted all the way in, my nose buried in the wispy trail of hair above his throbbing cock. I put his free hand against my pulse so he can feel himself there. “Your mouth…”

When I shift off, he thrusts in, and I allow it, allow him to wrap my ponytail around his wrist and fuck my mouth as he likes. I suck and gag as he speeds up, moan after unsettled moan flowing out of him.

“Your mouth was made for me to fuck.”

I thrill at the filth. My hand slips under the sagging waistband of my destroyed panties and plunge two fingers in without resistance.

Eyelids heavy, Wade peers down at me. “Hell, yes. Get yourself off.”

I’m so close it hurts, and I manically rub my clit, struggling to breathe through my nose.

“You’re fucking gorgeous with your mouth full.”

The orgasm explodes unexpectedly as I choke on him. Muttered curses grate through his teeth, sloppy movements signaling me to finish what I started.

I don’t, though. The alarm on my phone telling me to get ready for work rings.

I retract with a pop.

Wade gargles ano, jaw locked open at the lost orgasm.

My knees push from the floor to stand, satisfied with the state he’s in.

Good. Let him get a taste of the frustration.

“Gotta go. Procrasturbating is no excuse to be late for work.”

I step out of the ruined panties andtsk. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” The arousal-doused lace sticks where I crumple it in my palm. “I have a right mind to make you clean it up.”

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