Page 15 of Freckles

A shudder of pleasure greets the gravelly burst of praise, doubling when his knuckles rub against my cheek.

“You can’t take all of me, but you can take more.” The softness of his voice doesn’t undercut his certainty. “Right now, you’re fine. Run your tongue along the underside when you pull back—”

He breaks off and sucks air through his teeth, igniting a pleasurable shiver between my shoulder blades.

“Yes,” he says, and the word has a thousand hissing esses for a tail. “Just like that.”

Under his guidance, it’s easier. I concentrate on the signals from his body, learning the rhythm of his thrusting hips. My hands control how much of him is allowed inside my mouth and set the pace, enjoying the sounds that escape his throat.

Even on my knees, struggling to breathe and swallow, there’s an intoxicating sense of power.

“If I asked, would you touch yourself? Would you show how much you’re enjoying this?”

I flinch at the suggestion, and he withdraws from my mouth.

“No?” He sits on the bench and lifts me to straddle his lap, cupping my pussy with his large hand. My hips jerk forward in response, a jolt of excitement hitting my clit until it throbs. “What about if I do it for you?”

His fingers thread into my hair, then clench, tugging at the roots until my scalp burns. His mouth is on mine, greedy thrusts of his tongue making me moan. Pressing the heel of his palm against me intensifies the friction until I’m giddy.

Teeth nip at my lower lip, close to drawing blood, then he sucks it into his mouth until the pain eases.

When he pulls away, my lip throbs from the welcome abuse.

“I bet your pussy tastes so good, Freckles.” The rhythmic stroke of his palm stops and his fingers skate along the elastic band of my panties, then slip inside, tips running along my seam. “Has a boy ever made you come?”

“No.”

“You like that enough to beg me to do it again?”

I shake my head.

“Really?” his gruff voice teases. “Because it looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”

His finger circles my entrance, and my muscles clench as they struggle between drawing him deeper and pushing him away.

A thick slurping noise has me mortified that my arousal is intense enough to wet his hand. He tugs my panties lower, fingers returning to my dripping pussy, smearing the wetness all the way back to my hole.

My breath hitches as he repeats the motion, then I give a sharp gasp as he presses a finger inside me.

Just one, and barely, but it’s enough to burn.

“Fuck.” He bends his head, licking along the side of my neck. “You were wet a second ago and now you’re soaking.”

His finger strokes through my folds until I’m trembling.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he mumbles, eyes lidded. “Tell me how much you want me to fill you with my cock.”

I jerk forwards, alarmed, hands pushing against him. “N-no. No, you said—”

He covers my mouth with his, sucking away the words I didn’t have the chance to say. This time when he nips at my lower lip, I taste blood.

“I know what I said, but are you listening to the demands of your body? Can’t you sense yourself straining for more?” The disappointment in his voice makes my stomach clench. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” His breath is hot in my ear, then his tongue licks the side of my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “I could make you feel so good.”

His girlfriend?

My mind stutters, trying to work out what’s gone wrong. I hunch my shoulders and twist away, but he moves quicker, his arms steel rods around my waist. My chest constricts until I’m breathless.

His fingers continue to stroke my pussy, circling my clit, dipping into my entrance and all the time pressing harder, harder, harder until the friction increases to the point of pain.

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