Page 93 of Oblivion

“You’re too hot for me to call you Dad without it getting weird,” I blurt, instantly regretting my words as my cheeks heat.

Both Harry and Evan’s laughter only make me even more embarrassed.

“Bye, Dad,” Evan says, still chuckling as he ends the call.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I just said that.” I cringe, covering my face with my hands.

“I don’t care if you think my dad is hot,” Evan says, his lips curved into a wide grin. “My dad and I look a lot alike. At least I’ll know you’ll still want me in twenty years’ time.”

“I want you now,” I whisper, leaning forward to press my lips against his.

“I know you do,” he says, lifting his cell and checking something before his grin becomes lascivious. “Lie back, wife.”

“I’m not your wife yet,” I protest, but I’m smiling.

“Then this will be good practice for when you are.”

With a hand in the middle of my chest, he gently pushes me back until I’m lying across the table with my legs hanging off the edge.

Smirking, Evan pulls out a chair, then sits, positioning himself between my legs. “Let’s get you a little more comfortable,” he purrs, hooking his fingers into the waist of myyoga pants and slowly peeling them down my legs until they’re hooked around my ankles.

“The others will be home soon,” I warn, but I’m grinning too.

“Then you need to come quickly, don’t you?”

Yanking my panties to the side, he pushes a finger into my pussy and licks a path through my folds. The moment the flat of his tongue laps at me, I throw my head back and groan. I don’t care what anyone says, there is very little in life that feels better than having your pussy licked, and Evan’s tongue is almost as talented as his cock.

Slowly thrusting his finger in and out of me, he adds a second, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue as he scissors his fingers, stretching me while he licks me. I jump when his other hand parts my ass cheeks and a finger starts to probe at my ass, using my own arousal as lubricant to push past the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, arching my back and pushing my pussy into Evan’s face, needing him to stop teasing and make me fucking come.

With his tongue in use, he can’t dirty talk like he usually does, and I miss the filthy words he says and the way my own embarrassment and shame only heighten my pleasure. As if he can read my mind, he lifts his face from my pussy and looks up at me, his eyes filled with wicked delight.

“Look at you, Wild One, spread out like a fucking meal for me. Once we’re married, maybe I’ll start each day like this. Tasting your greedy pussy so I can see how many times you need to be bred each day.”

My body clenches at his words, and a knowing smirk tugs at his wet lips. “Oh baby, I felt that. I felt your cunt tighten when I talked about breeding you. I know you’re empty and craving my cum, but don’t worry. Later, I’ll fuck you hard and deep and make you beg me to put my baby in your belly. You’ll take loadafter load of my cum and then once you’re plugged and full, you can thank me for filling you up, like the good little broodmare that you are.”

I come so hard, my ears ring, and my vision darkens.

Blinking back to reality, I find Evan repositioning my now wet panties over my mound and tugging my pants up. His dick is visibly bulging through his pants, but he’s clearly not planning to fuck me.

A part of me wants to ask him about the breeding dirty talk, but it’s not like I want to get pregnant or like he wants to start popping out babies. It’s just dirty, kinky bedroom talk that clearly turns us both on. So why yuck both of our yums by questioning that we clearly both get hot and bothered at the idea of him fucking me until I’m pregnant. At least I know if we do ever decide to have a baby, we’ll have a lot of fun trying.

“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect,” he says, pulling me to sit up and claiming my lips with his. His mouth smells and tastes like me, but before I have a chance to pull away, he wraps his palm around the back of my head, keeping me in place while he mouth fucks me, coating my tongue with my own arousal.

“Lick my lips and chin. Get all of your juices off me,” he orders.

“No,” I say, cringing a little.

“You can do it now, or you can do it once the others get here. Either way, neither of us is moving until you lick my face clean.”

Heat suffuses my cheeks, but when I lift my eyes, I can see his excited determination staring back at me. Lifting my hand, I cup his chin with my fingers, then tentatively lean into him and run my tongue up his stubbly chin all the way to his cupid’s bow. The taste is odd but not unpleasant. Coating his lips, chin, and cheeks with my saliva, I lick my taste from his skin, only getting more and more turned on as I do it.

“Good girl,” he praises, slamming his lips to mine and kissing everything I just took from his face right back into his mouth, like he can’t bear parting with any of my taste.

“Fuck,” he rasps when the front door opens and the first of our friends start to arrive.

“Eww, did you just fuck on the table? Because that’s where we eat,” Clay says, his usually gruff voice pitched high and girly, his attempt at disgust laced with amusement.

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