Page 83 of Once Upon a Fake Date

She was my obsession, but it was more than that. She was my damn salvation. She was everything I wanted and everything I couldn’t have. Every dream made real.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive.” Keeping her pressed against the door, I worked my fingers inside of her, a series of breathy moans slipping from her lips as I brought her higher and higher. “So wet for me. Such a good girl.”

She tightened around me, and I knew she was close. But I wanted her to come on my tongue this time. I pulled my fingers out, drawing a whimper out of her.

“I want to taste you again,” I murmured, inching her backwards onto my bed until she had to bend her knees and sit on the edge. “Want to bury my tongue in your pretty pink pussy. Wanna feel you clenching around my tongue.”

“Parker,” she gasped as I ran my nose over her panties.

“Can I?” I looked back up at her. “Can I go down on you again?”

“Like you need to ask.”

I flashed my teeth, grabbing her knees and pulling them apart, humming with satisfaction as I saw the color of her underwear. Pink cotton greeted me with a little lace waistband, and I nipped at the inside of her thighs with my teeth before looking up at her. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” She dropped her head back. “Please.”

Dragging them off slowly, Audrey squirmed underneath me as I took my sweet time with her panties. I dropped them to the floor before kneeling in front of her, taking my time to explore her fully. Last time, I’d been rushed. This time, I wanted to take my time with her. To learn exactly what brought her pleasure. To bring her to the edge, over and over again, until she was screaming my name.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Audrey. Look at you.” I parted her folds, unable to tear my eyes away. She was beautiful. She’d propped herself up with her elbows, wearing only my jersey, and fuck if that wasn’t a turn-on. I reached down, squeezing my cock in my pants, trying to ease the ache.

No matter how much I wanted it, I wasn’t going to be inside of her. I’d take care of myself later—in the shower—just like I’d done the last time I’d had my mouth on her.

We were going slow, like she’d said. And because I didn’t want her to think she was some quick fuck to me. Not when she was everything.

“Touch me,” she begged, writhing with need.

Who was I to say no to that?

I swiped a line up her entrance, circling her clit a few times before replacing my tongue with my thumb. Applying pressure as I rubbed it just like she’d shown me, I thrust my tongue inside her cunt, lapping up all of her arousal. Her back arched as she let out a cry.

Whatever assholes she’d been with before hadn’t taken the time to make sure she was getting off, and I fucking hated that. When she told me she had a hard time orgasming with anyone else, I couldn’t believe it. Because she was so responsive to my touch.

She was always so wet and eager, squirming against my face as I tasted her thoroughly.

Audrey’s thighs tightened around my head, and I groaned. “That’s it, baby.” Her hips rocked into me, each movement pushing me into her mouth. “Want you to come on my tongue. Soak my face.”

She did just that as I pressed down harder on her clit, giving her what she needed as I thrust into her with my tongue, dragging it through her wet cunt over and over, teasing her insides as her pussy pulsed around me.

I groaned as my mouth flooded with her come, drinking every last drop.

“Fuck,” she moaned, collapsing onto my mattress as I pulled away. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

I grinned against her, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “Told you I was a quick learner.”

CHAPTER 25

Audrey

It’s always the quiet ones.That’s what everyone always said. But I didn’t expect him to talk sodirty.I was pretty sure I could come from that alone. How was he so good at this? He was a quiet, shy nerd, and yet he played with my body with such precision. The first time, he’d asked me to tell him what I liked. Tonight, he’d taken charge, and I liked giving him control over my body.

I liked when he praised me, too. Or called mehis.

Like I really was his girlfriend.

I didn’t really know what we were doing, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Not when it felt this good, when I was panting after crying out his name loud enough that his entire house probably had heard me.

He ran his hands through his hair as he stood up, looking at me.

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