Page 55 of Fumbled Into Love

His jaw drops, and he blinks. Once. Twice.

I twirl my tongue around the tip, and his leg twitches again. I push back on my heels, repeating myself. He makes no move to stand, and I raise a brow, silently sayingnow or never.Deon rises on shaky legs, and I make room for him.

“I’ll tap your thigh if I need to stop.”

Deon is stunned into silence, and it’s a heady feeling knowing it’s because of me. His hips move slowly at first, fingers laced into my hair. The pressure in my core grows as his pace quickens, my breasts shaking as he begins to take his pleasure.

I want him to control this and understand this is a safe space to ask for what he wants.

His movements grow erratic, and I know he’s close. Dragging my nails up the back of his thighs, I squeeze his ass.

He really does have a nice butt. It’s toned and tight and looks glorious in sweatpants.

A loud moan fills the air.

“I’m going to cum,” he says, pausing. I tighten my grip, and he spills into my mouth, pulling at my hair so tightly the pain sends a tingle to my core.

I swallow it all, slowly dragging my lips away. Deon falls to the couch, face flushed from his orgasm. I soak him in. I did that. Gave him that pleasure.

“That was…” His eyebrows rise, “Wow. That was…wow.”

This is 100% going to my head.

His thighs spread as he lounges on the couch like a Greek God of carnal pleasure. The building pressure between my thighs is almost unbearable as I climb into his lap, my underwear drenched as I graze his cock.

I grind against him, desperately seeking my pleasure. This has always taken time for me. I need the build. Deon’s fingers press into my hips, and he flips me onto my back. He hovers over me, the gold chain on his neck dangling in the space between us.

“I want to taste you,” he whispers, “Tease you until you’re begging for release and so desperate to come that youbeg.”

My jaw flies open.

He…He…Holy fucking shitballs, Deon Adams likes to talk dirty and fuck me, it’s doing some wild things to my vagina.

Deon presses feathery kisses against my stomach until he’s hovering above the band of my underwear, fingers trailing along the elastic and down my inner thigh to my knee.

He repeats the movement on my other leg until I’m squirming beneath him.Finally, Deon’s fingers tangle with the band as he peels them down my legs.

They drop to the floor, and his hands press against my inner knees, forcing my legs wide. The cool air hits the wetness between my thighs.

Deon drags his tongue along my slit, playfully teasing my clit before backing off. Again and again, he laps at my core, allowing the pleasure to build before he pulls away. My hips jerk upward,and a large palm splays against my lower stomach, increasing the building pressure tenfold.

“Sit still,” Deon murmurs against the sensitive flesh, and when his tonguefinallyflicks my clit, I ascend to a new plane of existence. My entire body tightens as my muscles seize. He continues his assault, and I can feel it coming, creeping up on me.

I’m going to orgasm. It’s so close.

“To the left,” I moan, praying it doesn’t kill the moment like it has before.

Instead, Deon responds instantly, the pleasure reaching a new level I’ve never experienced before. He drives me to the edge until I’m writhing with pleasure until he’s driving me mad with his tongue as he teases my entrance.

I’m teetering on the edge when Deon stops. I groan in protest.

“I want to hear you beg for me.”

I’m too delirious from his edging to form any other response than “Please.”

“Please, what?” I scrunch my nose in annoyance, but his breath dances along my skin, and I relent.

“Please make me come.”

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