Page 96 of Butterfly Effect

Gabe doesn’t chooseeither option.

“Finish,” she whispers, folding a knee to sit at the edge of my bed, her other leg rooted to the floor. “Go on.” Short trim nails encourage me with a scrape against the skin of my inner ankle. Goosebumps spread like wildfire up my legs. My balls recoil, hand moving rough, frenzied, relentless, chasing the much-needed high Gabe finally permits. The friction of the fabric, her heated gaze on me—it’s too much.

I explode into the lace with a spine-curling jolt, hurling an open-mouthed grunt. My vision pinholes to black. The ringing in my ears wanes as I scramble to regain control of my galloping heart rate and runaway breaths.

She fixes her eyes on my groin while I use her panties to clean myself off.

“You were…sucking on my dildo.”

And I’d do it again.

Fear of judgment flashes through my brain for a moment, but there’s not an ounce of it in her tone or expression. Only awe.

“How else was I supposed to taste you?”

Pink deepens to scarlet across her face, hiding her freckles. Those swollen, pretty lips hang open.

“Here.” I lean forward to push the soiled, balled panties into her gaping mouth, covering myself with a corner of the bedsheet. “Taste us for yourself.”

Eyes fluttering shut, a loud groan accompanies her surprised quiver. I scoop her into my lap. “Shhhh,” I say into her ear. “Those soft, perfect noises are for me, and me only.”

Watery hazel hues stare back as she grazes her lips over mine. The quickest thrust of her tongue forces the lacy pair into my mouth. I echo her groan and lick the panties clean while pulling them out, the salty and sweet combination eliciting another spark of pleasure low in my gut.

Gabe slinks from the bed to let me up. My thumb swipes a streak of cum from her bottom lip into her mouth before I go to the washroom.

I check in on her before showering, but she’s gone.

Me

You left??

Freckles

I was running super late.

Freckles

But that was…something.

Me

Can we talk about it?

Freckles

When?

Me

How’s tonight sound? Over dinner?

Freckles

Isn’t there a post-game team dinner?

Me

They won’t miss me this once

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