After everything tonight, don’t I deserve a reward?
I get on the bed and slowly spread my legs. I’m already soaked and he can probably see it, which makes my ears burn.
“You have no idea how crazy you made me the entire night. Your fucking dress teasing me, showing me just enough to make it hard to keep my sanity.” He breathes cool air on my slit and my rib cage raises as I draw in a sharp breath. “But this is just for tonight. I’ll enjoy my fake boyfriend role to the fullest andtomorrow, we’re back to being friends. Understand?”
“Y-yes.” My voice is desperate. It’s exactly what I need, to relieve the giant knot of tension coiled up inside of me.
His hands find their footing on the backs of my knees as he spreads me even wider.
“Ahhh,” I moan, as his mouth connects to my core.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs between licks.
He sucks, licks, and nips at my core as I writhe on the bed, my blood pumping wildly. It feels so freaking good, better than it has ever felt.
But as the minutes go by, another feeling appears, overpowering the arousal. He’s been doing this for a while, and not getting anything from it.What if he thinks he’s doing something wrong?It always takes me long to come, so I usually fake it as to not ruin the mood. As guilt and paranoia overtake me, my mind quickly comes to a decision.
My moans get louder, my core tightening as my inner muscles flex. Even my legs shake slightly as I reach the point of no return. The point where I groan out, with my well-practiced impression of an orgasm.
His licks get slower as relief engulfs me, a small smile appearing on my face.
A smile that is wiped out when he raises his head, his eyes a stormy blue sea.
“What the fuck was that?” His voice is so low my skin prickles with the danger.
“Wh-what do you mean?” My smile returns, as fake as my orgasm.
“You just faked it.” Blood drains from my face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My gaze drops to my side, but he climbs on top of me, the towel long forgotten, his thick member jutting out, long and hard. It distracts me for a second, but he takes my chin with his hand, turning me to look at him.
“I know you faked it. What I want to know is why?” There’s no anger behind his words, only genuine curiosity.
My head falls to the side once more, but he doesn’t let it, bringing my eyes back to his. I guess there’s no way of escaping this.
“It always takes me ages to come. And as grateful as I am for what you did, you don’t have to keep doing it forever. I know it’s not a favorite for you guys.” My gaze travels his face, avoiding his eyes because this is too uncomfortable, too vulnerable.
“Firecracker.” The word is like a tether, pulling me back to his eyes, staring at me intently. “There’s nothing I’d rather do than eat this pretty little pussy until the sun comes up.” I whimper at the dirty words. “And you know I don’t say things I don’t mean.” He doesn’t.
“You have no idea how good you taste. Maybe I should show you.” He pauses, checking for my response before he captures my lips with his.
This kiss isn’t soft and gentle like the first one, it’s primal and demanding. His tongue enters my mouth, making me cryout in pleasure as I taste myself. One hand is in my hair, holding me by the scalp as our tongues battle, all thoughts of guilt long forgotten.
His other hand travels my neck, my collarbone, down to my breast, where he grabs it roughly, moaning into my mouth.
“So, let’s try this again. I’m going to eat this soaking wet pussy for however long I want to, and you’re going to take it.”
I nod eagerly, not caring about anything other than having him on top of me.
He lowers his head down to my breast, closing his lips around a stiff nipple. Licking a couple circles around it, he bites into it before repeating the process on the other side.
I try to whimper and moan appropriately, but it’s too good, too much to control the noises that come out of me.
And as he bites into my other nipple while pinching the first one with his fingers, I can’t help but let out a, “Fuuuuuck.”
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