Page 76 of Love Not Qualified

“You little liar,” he murmured, taking my lip between his teeth. “When you woke up with your panties drenched, who were you thinking about?” He didn't give me any break after the first wave of pleasure settled in my bones.

As he spoke, his fingers fastened, pushing so hard into me I was hitting my head on the armrest. My fingernails dug into his muscular arm, looking for an anchor as I slipped and slipped into the dream of what his hands were doing to my body. His head lowered and he took the bra’s coupe from my breasts, twirling my nipple with his teeth.

I was soaking wet and the sounds of his fingers slamming into me were growing louder and louder.

“Tell me,” he pushed.

Tell him what?

I struggled to search in my head for what he previously said. He was waiting for me to tell him who I was thinking about in my wet dreams. Though the man never had a face, I recognized him, but I was too much of a coward to admit the truth, even to myself.

“It’s you I was dreaming about,” I croaked out, my voice cracking as his fingers twirled inside me.

When my hand moved between our bodies because I was eager to touch him as well, something slipped on the floor with a thud. We both ignored it as I stroked him and he fingered me until all I saw were stars.

But we froze when a door opened—the one that was right behind his couch. I stopped moving and he covered my mouth with his big hand, while he continued to touch me.

What was he doing?

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing? You know Nadia is a light sleeper,” Sebastian asked and I locked my eyes shut, knowing he only needed to take two more steps and he could’ve caught us.

Oh my god.

I started to ride his hand, unable to keep still while he was guiding me to my orgasm. His palm pushed harder over my mouth and I bit onto his skin, my eyes rolling in my head.

“Yeah. I dropped my phone,” he said, and I was amazed by how calm his tone was.

My legs started to shake and my toes curled on the sheets, my insides clenching as I was reaching the peak. “Mmm.” My moan barely made it past his lips.

I forgot Sebastian was there and gave in, a powerful shudder cascading through my body. My limbs gave up as I felt my wetness swimming out of my body and my eyes squeezed at the painfully rough orgasm I had.

“Do you want a beer?” Sebastian asked and while I was recovering from the rush between my legs, Mr. Graves took his fingers out and dug them into my mouth. I immediately arched my back, feeling his stonehard dick on my stomach.

“Go back to your wife,” Mr. Graves said in a harsh tone, pushing into my stomach while I was licking my cum off his fingers.

“Nah—”

“Get the fuck back into your room,” he spat out.

“Jesus,” his friend murmured, and Mr. Graves didn’t wait to hear the door clicking shut when he lowered himself on me.

He slipped his hand out of my mouth and threw my legs over his shoulders, then ran a finger between my wet lips. “Should we go to your room?” he asked, teasing the sensitive spot.

I shook my head. “No.” The word was more like a moan. “We can stay here.”

“Why?”

“It… turns me on,” I breathed out, watching how my chest fell and rose with rapid breaths.

He leaned and covered my clit with his mouth, not touching it yet. “Do you want me to call him back?” he asked, the tip of his tongue barely touching me. It was enough to make me shiver. “Do you want him to watch us as I eat you?”

“God, yes,” I found myself saying, pushing myself into his mouth.

“Such a bad girl,” was the last thing he said before he latched out on my pussy. I arched back, pressing my head into the armrest while my toes pushed into the couch.

“Tristan.” I said his name for the first time in my life. “I want you.”

He slid his tongue between my lips, gathering my juices. Then, he looked at me, his eyes darkening. “That I can’t give you. But I can make you come until you forget how to walk.” He smirked right before diving back in.

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