Page 87 of Fear of Falling

“Eyes on me,” Wyatt demanded. My eyes flew open. “Good girl.”

With our eyes locked on each other, Wyatt pumped his cock into my mouth one, two, three, more times before shuddering, his cock buried in my mouth. I swallowed spurt after spurt as he groaned loudly.

When he finally collapsed back on the bed, I dragged my lips back up his cock, letting him go with apop. Despite the fact I was completely out of breath, I gave his length a final lick before sitting back on my heels.

I felt extremely proud of myself.

Wyatt sat up, eyes clearer and cheeks flushed.

“Get over here.” He didn’t wait as he reached out and grabbed me, hauling me up the bed until I was straddling his stomach. Before I could protest, he smashed his lips against mine. The sweatshirt I wore had ridden up, so my bare pussy pressed against him.

Wyatt didn’t seem to care that my mouth had just been on his cock as he kissed me deeply.

“Best fucking way to wake up,” he mumbled between kisses.

I giggled against his lips.

“Seriously, you didn’t have to do that.” Wyatt finally stopped kissing me and leaned back against his headboard.

“I know, but I wanted to.”

If this is the reaction I get, I’ll gladly suck his cock any time.

My fingers traced patterns on his chest as his thumbs grazed the skin of my hips.

“As much as I’d love to sit here with you, I have to get ready for work,” I sighed. It was the last thing I wanted to do.

“I have practice in a bit, too.”

We remained like that for a moment, neither of us wanting to move, but I knew I needed to get back to my apartment to shower and change. Reluctantly, I slid off Wyatt and the bed, and got to my feet.

Now to find my clothes. Are they still out in the living room?

I only made it two steps towards the door before Wyatt grabbed me around the waist and hurled me over his shoulder.

“Wyatt!” I squealed, taken by surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Sharing water and saving the planet,” he said as he smacked my ass. Reaching down, I smacked his own ass in response, but Wyatt just laughed and carried me to the bathroom.

“All about saving the planet, huh?”

“Yep. Save the turtles.”

I laughed at the way he said it. Walking into his bathroom, he gently set me on my feet and moved towards the shower to start the water.

“I need to go and get ready,” I said, crossing my arms.

“You need to shower. I need to shower. Why not shower together and save a lot of water,” he said, shooting me a smug look over his shoulder. “You want to save the planet, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Plus,” he said, making his way back towards me, reaching for the hem of the sweatshirt. I obediently lifted my arms as he tugged it up and over my head, my nipples immediately hardening in the cool bathroom.

“I got to come. Now it’s your turn,” he grinned.

There was no chance to protest, not that I was going to, as he picked me up once again and walked the two of us into the shower. His hard cock pressed against my pussy.

“For the turtles,” I laughed.

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