Page 35 of Taking Chances

My mouth turns up into a satisfied smirk. Anne, the good girl, doesn’t curse. And there’s something about turning this good girl bad that makes precum leak from the tip of my cock.

“Grab your nipples and continue what I started.” Her eyes widen in shock, but I’m not playing.

Hesitant fingers wrap around the light pink nipples, rolling them. Her eyes roll to the back of her head with elation.

“You like it?”

She bites into her bottom lip and gives me a shy nod.

Fuck, she’s even more perfect than I imagined. Her porcelain skin is covered in freckles I want to trace with my tongue. Especially one adorable, heart-shaped beauty mark right where her heart sits. I want to feel her heartbeat as I kiss that very spot. Her luscious tits are more than a handful, the gorgeous peaks hard as a rock. The curves continue down to her soft, feminine belly and thick thighs, and shit, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

It was obvious she was nervous as hell when we started, but her pussy was glistening, already wet for me.

This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had, but I have to show her how attractive she is. How crazy she makes me.

I need to remove the insane notion that she isn’t stunning from her head.

Saliva pools in my mouth once again as I lower myself on my knees, her chest heaving with rapid breaths, her fingers playing with her nipples.

In one swift motion, I suck her clit into my mouth, her sweet scent enveloping me. I meant what I said, she tastes like the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.

Her body raises from the bed, her hands dropping from her tits.

“Don’t stop playing with them,” I command before spitting on her drenched cunt and thrusting in a finger.

“Fuck, fuck,” she chants, and my chest expands. She’s so fucking repressed, so put together, and I want to make a mess out of her.

Adding another finger, I press into her G-spot as my tongue circles her clit. I’m so damn hard, but this isn’t about me. It’s to show her how good it can feel when she prioritizes her own pleasure and lets go.

And she does. Her body thrashes on the bed, her fingers now pinching her nipples harshly as her loud moans fill the room.

If anyone left the wedding unconvinced about our relationship, this should do it.

She’s fucking dripping on the fancy silk sheets, so turned on it’s a privilege to be the one responsible for it. After I add the third finger and graze her swollen clit with my thumb, it’s game over.

Her inner muscles clench my fingers, her whole body shaking as her arousal floods my mouth. I lap at it with my tongue, desperate to get every drop.

I drag out her ecstasy with long, languid licks before her body settles.

I travel up her body to place my lips on hers, wanting her to taste herself again. Her heart is beating out of her chest while she struggles to catch her breath. Her soft, tentative hand travels down my torso to my throbbing cock, making me hiss.

Gently, I grab her hand and move it from my cock. Tonight isn’t about me.

“You have to let me return the favor,” she says, her voice hoarse.

“Favor? You underestimate the enjoyment I got tasting you.”

“And what if I tell you I want to tasteyou?” She forces eye contact, knocking the breath out of me. She learned this lesson well, already going for what she wants. Fucking good girl.

“This was about you. You tried to make it about me when you attempted to fake that orgasm. So consider this your punishment.” Her lips part slightly. “You will take the pleasure and givenothingin return. Nothing. It’s time you start thinking about yourself.” Her mouth closes and for a second, I think I’ve hurt her.

A pause stretches before her head dips in a serious nod. Grabbing a sheet, she gets down from the bed. “I’m going to take a shower. You can deal withthat.” She motions to my leaking dick.

I watch her head into the bathroom, frosting the glass partition immediately. For a second, I contemplate doing exactly what she told me but decide against it.

This was a lesson for her, yes. But it was also the smart thing to do, under the circumstances. We already crossed quite a few lines. Getting into more would be too far. It could end up in expectations I’m not able to meet. And the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

I grab my dick, harshly willing him down. When it doesn’t work, I down a bottle of water from the mini bar and throw on a shirt and some boxers.

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