Page 30 of Good Guy Gabe

And then the clever little minx drags those toes down my stiff, sensitive cock. I in no way have a foot fetish, but I nearly lose it at that alone.

I need to take control of the situation. I gave her what she wanted, and now it really is my turn. I take hold of her panties and tug them off. She does me a solid and shimmies out of her bra.

My brain breaks for a second. I’ve only gotten to see her tits in a half-second flash and from the aerial view in her bra and that top she had at the gala. They’re barely a handful for me, buther nipples are taut, begging for my attention. Then the scent of her arousal hits me, and when I look down to the apex of her slightly parted thighs and see the blonde curls, glossy in the lamplight, tidily trimmed now but every bit as shameless as in the truck, I know where I have to go.

She’s close enough to the edge of my bed that I could drop to my knees, but I want to watch her. I want to touch her everywhere, I want to lock her down. So I once again grab her by the ankles, this time forcing her knees back to her shoulders and her spine to curl. Her slick, reddened pussy unfolds beneath me as my hands grip her hips and her heels naturally fall on my shoulders, holding her in place as I swipe my tongue up the distance from her pussy to her clit.

She shivers in response.

I groan quietly against her core and dive in again, lazily lapping at her, making her go soft and breathy beneath me. I tease at her, nipping at her labia, prodding her clit with the tip of my tongue. I know she won’t come like this, and that’s not my goal. I haven’t had the opportunity to take my time with her.

She frustrates quickly, and no wonder. She was already soaked when I took those panties off her. She hid it well, but she must have been thinking about this all night, too. I bet she had to keep herself from squirming in her seat the whole drive home. So I’m only a couple minutes into my feast when she starts rubbing one of her breasts.

It’s a pretty sight, I won’t lie. And I know they’ll be tiny in my palms, but they more than fill hers. She spreads her fingers wide and gives it a squeeze, and the flesh bubbles up, begging me to lick there, too. I’m going to lick every inch of her tonight.

I let go of her hip, using my arm to brace her as I slide my hand under hers, knocking it away so I can play with that prettytit. She may think I’m messing with her, but I’ve planned this night for a week. I engulf the impossibly soft flesh in my palm, curling my fingers to pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger just enough that I can tug it up and up.

And up.

Pinching hard to stretch it even further.

Until I hit the snapping point, timing it just right as I spear my tongue into her tight, hot pussy.

Joss cries out, her spine attempting to flex in all directions, her fleshy inner walls pushing in on my tongue. She covers her mouth, muffling her sounds, so I pin that hand and lash her clit.

She has the audacity to tug some of my blanket over her face.

I pull it out of her grip, struggling to bring both her wrists together so I can hold them in one hand. This time, it’s two fingers I stab into her pussy as I continue the assault on her clit. I’ve already figured out where her most sensitive spot inside her is, and I go right for that. She twists and turns beneath me, pushing with all the tiny might she has with her feet on my shoulders, and I can tell I’ve got the spot right and she’s going to come undone at any moment, but she’s fighting me.

She’s a screamer. I know this. She probably doesn’t even realize she practically deafened me in the truck as she rode my cock. I don’t know why she’s suddenly holding back.

To finish her off, I wiggle my fingers, double-tapping inside her as I twist my wrist to dig at her rim. She tips her chin to her shoulder to bury her face against her delicate arm. I can barely hear anything.

“Why are you fighting me?”

She scowls. “Why are you not fucking me?”

I slam my mouth against hers, kissing that tasty little profanity right out of it. “You gonna scream for me when I pump my cock into you?”

She shakes her head with a teasing pout.

I scrape my teeth down her jaw and then dip my head enough to swipe my tongue over her nipple. “No? What about when I bite this little titty of yours?”

Another quick shake of her head, but she’s got her lips turned in between her teeth now to mute herself.

I do bite, not too hard, just enough for her to blow out a gust of air and wail a quick, laughing, “Stop!”

I grin and kiss her nipple better. “Never. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t do anything but scream.”

She’s so fucking beautiful, her body flushed and dewy all over, her hair mussed beneath her, her lips already kiss swollen. The way she slithers beneath me proves how needy and unabashed she is. But she screws on a serious face and shakes her head. The sincerity when she whispers, “Please don’t,” gives me pause.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, of course.” An enthusiastic nod to assure me. “I just don’t want everyone hearing us.”

My stupid lizard brain has me glaring right at the wall dividing mine and Blaise’s room. I’ve heard him fuck dozens of chicks. Merrick? He makes it a point to fuck in common rooms, like he’s establishing his dominance over the rest of us.

This is my chance to prove myself.

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