Page 76 of Wreckage

It was about to happen, and I was beside myself with anticipation.

He swirled his tongue over the pulsing bud before sucking me. I saw blinding white light, my release rushing from me in a tidal wave. I tangled my fingers in his hair, fisting the soft strands as I forced his face deeper against the pleasure he was tearing from my body.

When I finally came down, I lay in a boneless heap, breathing hard. My body twitched as he continued to lap at me, cleaning me with his tongue. Finally, he moved up my body and pressed his lips against mine. I parted my lips, tasting myself on him, and kissed him deeply.

He slowly began rubbing his cock against me, my already sensitive pussy desperate for more already.

“More,” I whimpered against his lips.

“Yeah?”

I nodded as he stared down at me.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?”

God, his mouth was doing something to me.

“Please…”

He chuckled softly and continued to grind on me.

“I can’t. We have to wait for Troy so we can take you together. I can make you feel good again, though.”

I nodded eagerly, making him laugh softly. I loved the way he sounded when he was happy. Adrian was typically always a grouch, so this was a pleasant change.

He continued his work, his cock sliding between my folds and hitting my clit.

I jutted my hips up to meet the pleasure he was eliciting from me. His breathing grew heavy as we ground against one another. It didn’t take long until the flurries of my impending release took flight. I clung to him. He sensed I was close again because the intensity of his kiss grew, and he moved quicker.

I came with a cry, dampening his groin. He let out a groan, his hot seed shooting out and coating my pussy as he came with me. We both rode out the pleasure until coming to a slow stop, panting hard.

He stared down at me, a sated smile on his face.

“I’ve never come like that before,” he commented.

I didn’t know what that meant, and it must have shown on my face because his lips quirked.

“Grinding on a girl. Dry fucking. You’re my first.”

“Really?”

“Mhm, butterfly. Did you like it?”

I nodded eagerly, making him laugh, his eyes alight with happiness. It made my chest sweet.

He grew quiet as he stared down at me.

“Are you on the pill?” he finally asked. “Because I’m going to come inside you when I fuck you the first time. If I get you pregnant, I won’t even give a fuck.”

His words made my heart jump.

“I’m on a shot,” I said thickly. “So basically, yes.”

“Damn,” he murmured, brushing his lips gently against mine. “I wouldn’t mind seeing your belly swollen with my baby.”

My heart thundered in my chest at his words.

“Really?” I whispered, staring up at him.

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