Page 60 of Rejected Pretend Mate

"Spread your legs."

I did, feeling his fingers move higher until they were at the band of my underwear. Weslie yanked my skirt up as his lips traveled down. He softly kissed down my neck, and I knew he was leaving, hickies in his wake.

I couldn't breathe. I was panting, and he'd hardly done anything to me, but I knew it was the anticipation. It was the want.

His fingers grazed over my underwear, and I softly moaned. He yanked and ripped them. His finger slid over my folds, and I inhaled slowly, feeling his fingers slid over my clit.

"Your soaking…" he purred, smirking as his lips stopped on my left boob. My body bucked at the contact.

I couldn't find words as he slid two fingers deeply into me. His teeth grazed my nipple, and I moaned loudly. I heard it echo around us, but I wasn't embarrassed.

"My cock is painfully hard, April."

"Then fuck me," I whined, not realizing how badly I wanted him. How badly I wanted him deep in me. "You don't have to hold back...."

"No," he said, moving his lips to my right nipple, biting down softly. I moaned, wiggling on the counter as he thrust his fingers deeply into me.

"Please," I begged.

"No."

His lips traveled down my stomach, and I could see bite marks and hickeys where his mouth had been. I felt like I was on fire as his head traveled lower. I then remembered his words from the first time we were together. I want to taste you so badly.

He pulled his fingers free and looked up at me between his lashes. "Spread your legs wider, April."

I did, swallowing as I stared at him. I didn't want to admit this was the first time someone had wanted to go down on me.Ivan had once, and then complained about how dry I was, which was embarrassing. He never did it again, and I never asked.

Weslie hooked my legs and bent his head down. I felt nothing for a second before I felt his tongue swiped over me, his tongue quick as it flicked over my clit.

"Oh god," I moaned, my hands grabbing the counter, the feeling new.

Weslie didn't stop. His tongue continued to move perfectly, slowly increasing as he licked. His attention was directly on my clit. He slid two fingers back into me, and the speed and pressure was perfect.

"Don't stop," I begged, practically moving my hips with each of his thrusts. I expected Weslie to tell me to stay still, but he didn't. He moved with me.

I felt that build-up and started to grind harder, suddenly wanting it more than anything. His tongue felt like magic, and I didn't want it to stop.

Weslie growled, his teeth grazed my clit, and I cried out as my orgasm took over. I pulsed, feeling my entire body shake. I tumbled backward onto the counter, panting as I tried to catch my breath.

I heard Weslie chuckle as he pulled himself up, resting his hands on my knees. "You taste fucking amazing."

I smiled as I looked at him, feeling in love. Weslie continued to surprise me and do things to make me happy. I didn't ever think I would be this lucky.

"You're talented," I said.

He smirked, leaning forward, and kissed my stomach. "Sorry, I left marks."

I stared at myself, taking them in. I honestly didn't mind them. It was like he was marking me as his own.

"I don't mind, as long as I can return the favor."

He laughed, his eyes darkening. "If you bite me, April, you might regret it."

"Why is it a kink of yours?"

He shrugged. "Possible."

The idea made me giddy, and I smiled. I sat up and glanced down, seeing the bulge in his pants. I reached out, hooking my fingers on his pants. "Maybe I enjoy that as well."

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