Page 2 of Pick Me

“Ugh.” He’d been edging me for so long, dangling my orgasm just out of reach, driving me insane.

Enough was enough.

Lifting to my elbows, I knocked his baseball cap off, threaded my hands through his thick black hair, and pressed his face between my thighs.

“Stop praising yourself, Baseball Cap, and eat me out like the good boy you are.”

His low chuckle vibrated against my skin, sending shivers through me. “Gladly.”

The first stroke of his tongue nearly shattered me.

“Don’t stop,” I husked, teetering on the edge of bliss, desperate for more. So much more.

“Right there.” My thighs trembled. His tongue was a drug, and I was addicted. “Such a good boy.”

He moaned against me, and it sent me spiraling.

Stars burst through my vision, and my back bucked off the bed in an attempt to get as close to his tongue as possible. My fingers twisted in his hair, holding him in place, making him feel my orgasm, making him own it.

He stayed with me through every pulse and aftershock until I melted into the sheets, breathless and completely undone.

By the time I blinked my eyes open, he was crawling up the bed, grinning like he’d just won the damn National Championship. He hadn’t, by the way.

“That was—”

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Did you know you could do that?” His face was still glistening.

“Come here.” I pulled his arm, trying to get him to roll on top of me. The guy was built like a brick house, though, so it wasn’t easy. Once he understood what I was wanting, he relaxed on top of me.

Skin to skin, we were sticky from the sweat, and I wanted to get him back.

Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his cock, and it twitched against my palm.

His breath hitched. “What are you doing?”

Giving his cock a little squeeze, I said, “I want you up here. Now.”

His pupils widened, and he followed my command without another word.

Obedient. Just how I liked him.

I pushed my breasts together and guided his cock between them. He growled at the sight but leaned back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

I gasped when his palm smothered my center before he dipped his fingers inside me, then used my essence to slicken his dick.

My lips fell open, and when I quirked a brow at him, he shrugged. “I just didn’t want to have any chafing.” He gave his shaft a couple more tugs before resting it in the valley between my breasts.

I took a deep breath as he grabbed the headboard and rocked forward.

One thrust.

Two.

Three.

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