Page 81 of One Touch

“Come for me, baby,” I moaned into her pussy. “Show me how much you like being on my bed.”

Lily groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair as she looked up at my ceiling.

I licked her faster now, pinning her thighs down to the mattress with my hands, not letting her squirm out of the orgasm she was clearly about to have. I kissed her harder, faster, my own cock straining in desire as I tasted her sweet honey.

“Uh oh,” she moaned, clamping her hand down over her mouth as her back arched, her thighs trembled, and her delicious wetness poured down the back of my throat.

I gave her a moment to enjoy the full force of her climax, then I threw her a little farther back on the bed, climbing over her and kissing her stomach, her ribs, her perfect breasts. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, teased her with my tongue, then moved up to her lips. My cock lay heavy against her pussy, nestled against her heat and her wetness.

“Now remember,” I said, “whatever happens, we can’t let my cock slip into your pussy.”

“No,” she panted, “that would be a disaster.”

“It would be very, very bad,” I agreed.

She started to slide her wet pussy up and down the length of my cock.

Shit. That felt better than good.

“This isn’t sex,” she whispered. “We’re still following the rules.”

“Correct,” I managed to say. “This is totally acceptable.” I moved my cock gently back and forth over her slit, keeping my movements as small and controlled as possible so I didn’t accidentally end up anywhere I wasn’t meant to be.

As we moved, I kissed her, long and deep, my tongue dancing in her mouth like my cock wanted to dance in her pussy. She moaned and ground her hips and kissed me passionately back, and we pretended with every thrust and lick that we were still following the rules. But every touch, every taste, every sweet fucking sensation screamed that this wasn’t just lust—it was something new, something different, something completely and utterly forbidden.

Lily reached down and began to play with my balls, then her fingers moved farther down, making me groan with desire.

I ached with the need to spill my seed. Seriously. I was so fucking aroused it was almost painful. I rubbed my cock over her slit more insistently now, wondering if coming on Lily’s stomach was within the rules. It would be hot as hell.

“Maybe,” Lily whimpered, “we could just allow . . . the tip?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m on the pill,” she groaned. “Clean, too.”

“I’m clean,” I groaned.

“Please, just a little bit, it would feel so good.”

“It wouldn’t be breaking the rules?”

She shook her pretty head vigorously. “No, no, I don’t think so. Not just the tip.”

“Just, this much?” I asked. Gently, carefully, I nudged the swollen tip of my cock into her warmth.

Holy fuck.

“More,” she panted. “Please, just a tiny bit more.”

I slid farther into her, slowly at first, relishing the feeling of stretching her open, bit by bit. She was so tight and so goddamn wet. I wanted to bury myself inside her, but I was still hesitant.

“Want me to stop here?” I asked, pausing halfway.

She shook her head. “No, don’t stop. What if . . . you just don’t come inside me? Would that work?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, remaining still.

Lily moaned softly, lifting her hips, trying to force me deeper inside her. I could feel her muscles clenching around my cock, her inner walls milking me. I reached down to her clit, and as I began to rub it gently, she let out a sharp gasp and came against me, her pussy contracting around my halfway-in cock.

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