Page 89 of Never Kiss and Tell

Fucking hell. I’m trying to hold onto my self-control yet Bailey is worried I’m not enjoying myself?

“What would you prefer I do?”

Her cheeks turn a deep shade of pink, her bottom lip drawing between her teeth. I cock my head at her, testing her. “I want you to fuck my mouth,” she whispers.

Fuck . . .

“You want me to be rough with you?”

She nods, albeit, nervously.

“Put my cock back in your mouth,” I command. Steeling myself, I tighten my fingers in her hair.

Eagerly, she does, letting her tongue slip along the thick vein on the underside of my cock. I roll my hips, fucking into her mouth.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, repeating the motion, slipping into her throat just enough to make my balls draw up.

I jerk my hips harder, and moans slip free from Bailey’s throat. She nods around my cock, the motion disrupted when I continue to thrust my hips.

“You want more?” I rasp and she nods, again.

Tears stream from the corners of her eyes and I catch one with my thumb.

“These are the only tears I like,” I murmur, taking her face into my hands. I brush the hair back from her cheeks and guide her on my cock. She whimpers when I fist my fingers in her hair, holding her still and working myself further into her throat.

Her free hand slides up my stomach, her nails leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I take that hand in mine and pin it to my chest. Restraining myself, I guide her slowly over my cock, but when hums around my length, I just say fuck it. Something in me snaps.

“Deeper, baby,” I murmur, thrusting my hips into her mouth. The most torturous fucking feeling hits me when she rubs her thighs together, clearly enjoying this, and my head falls back on a groan. “Take me into your throat.”

She obliges, letting me slip just an inch before she’s gagging, pulling back to suck in a shallow breath.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I grit, my heart pounding in my chest. “Your mouth is going to make me come so fucking hard.”

Greedily, she sucks me back down her throat, humming around me. A shudder racks through me, my control completely breaking. Fisting her hair in my hands and holding her head still, I fuck her mouth, staring into those soul-gripping eyes filled with tears from my cock until everything explodes. I come with a roar, stilling and shooting into her throat.

Intense pleasure radiates through every vein in my body until I can’t fucking breathe.

I forget my name, where I am. Everything.

“Come here,” I murmur when the orgasm subsides. I tug her up and hold her to me. I cut the water in the shower off and then carry her off to bed, so I can bury myself in her until morning.

Fucking nirvana.

Bailey

The garden party was fun, but a bachelorette party in New Orleans is even better. Thankfully, when I had told Lionel what my plan was for Andi’s big night, he had helped me piece it together, down to finding the perfect places for us to go.

I opt for a black silk corset and a black skirt that zips up the front. I pair it with black strappy heels, knowing my feet will be killing me by the time I make it home, but also hoping the alcohol will make me forget about it.

“Ya’ll about to make me turn straight,” Lionel jokes, eyeing the women around him. He’s got on the longest, most glorious lashes that I’ve ever seen and bright purple lipstick. I’m glad to see the durag is back, mostly because he doesn’t look like Lionel without it.

This is only my second time meeting all the bridesmaids, but everything seems to have come off without a hitch, so far. Lionel is the only man in attendance, but as Andisaid yesterday, he’s basically one of the girls.

“That guy was hot!” Andi groans when I shake my head no at another prospective man in her match-making game she’s been playing all night.

“He was short.” I polish off the last of my vodka and lemonade. It’s my third of the night and the effects are starting to take hold, making me feel warm and fuzzy. Euphoria, our third and final stop of the night, is full of eligible bachelors here for a few days of fun. It would be easy to hook up with one while I’m here and never have to see him again, but all I can think of is Charlie.

“God, you’re impossible,” she groans, taking a shot of tequila. Her face is flushed, her skin damp with perspiration from dancing along to the thumping beat of the heavy music playing through the club and the liquor coursing through her veins.

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