Page 21 of Drunk Dialing My Enemy

His mouth is on me, this man I used to obsess over and daydream about the way some girls would daydream about Ryan Gosling or something. But he’s real, really here in my bedroom and he’s licking me rightthere.

Even with all my familiarity with my own body, my books and my toys, I’ve never been able to give myself two orgasms in a row. So I doubt Darren will be able to.

“Darren,” I gasp as his tongue laps at me. “I don’t think this is going to do anything.”

He ignores me, sucking me more deeply now, his tongue entering my wet pussy. I now understand why the phrase iseating you out.Because he’s absolutely devouring me, making a meal of me with his hands cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him. Like a man on his knees eating his first meal in days, exactly where he wants to be.

“Darren,” I gasp again, raking my fingers through his hair and pulling. “Wait.”

He looks up. As soon as his tongue stops, the overwhelming pleasure ceases too, and I find that I desperately want him to keep going.

“Turn off your brain,” he orders me.

“Excuse me?” I arch a brow.

He grins between my thighs.

“Turn off that beautiful brain of yours for the rest of the night and just trust me,” he says. “You analyze everything, Katie. You analyze your whole damn life. Do me a favor and turn all of it off for one night with me. Shut your brain off. Listen to your body. What’s it saying?”

It’s screaming for more.

I push his face into my pussy and he grips my ass even harder now, as though afraid I’ll fly away. I try to do what Darren says. Turn off the brain. Stop analyzing. Feel the way his breath is hot on my skin, the movements of his tongue rough and soft all at the same time.

The buzzing in my body is slowly increasing in frequency. His tongue circles my clit one more time and I’m screaming his name at the ceiling as I quake around him.

Two orgasms. Two in a row.

And by the look in those eyes, he’s not done with me yet.

"Condom," I gasp.

It's miraculous that I manage to get the word out at all. Not only am I delirious with pos orgasmic bliss, but I also don't want the condom at all. I know it's the responsible thing to do, though. Which is why I've had a box of them in my bedside table for a couple of years now. Waiting, waiting, for a dick that I might deem worthy.

I didn't expect it would be Darren's.

"Here," I say, grabbing one from my nightstand drawer. Darren raises a brow but says nothing. I wonder what he's thinking. Probably that it's weird that I keep condoms if I don'thave sex. He opens the little foil packet and rolls the latex over his shaft. Shockingly, it fits.

He fists the base of his cock and taps the head on my sensitive clit before sliding it up and down between my wet folds. Teasing my entrance but not going in.

"Stop analyzing," he says.

"I wasn't," I say.

A lie. I definitely was.

How can I not analyze when that giant cock is pressed against me, so thick and long? I've never had anything larger inside of me than his fingers so far, and before that just tampons and the occasional slender toy designed to reach my G-spot without stretching me.

"I don't think I can do it," I whimper as he rubs against me.

Impossible as it may seem, he's very close to giving me a third orgasm just by sliding against me like this. Are my orgasms getting closer together? How does this work? Is there a maximum number of orgasms a woman can have in a day, and if there is, what is that number? Because Darren is breaking all of the long-held beliefs that I had about my body tonight.

And he's about to break one more, it seems. Because I don't think it's possible for that massive thing to be inside of me, but somehow, I know it will be. Because I'm ready for this. I'm ready to lose my V-card. I hoped and dreamed it could be Darren, but never thought it would be. Now he's here, and I'm not about to stop now.

Maybe this goes nowhere. Maybe after tonight, Darren breaks my heart all over again. But I'm turning this damn brain off. My body is needy, hungry for him.

"You can do it," Darren says. "You'll stretch to fit me. You were made to take my cock, Katie. Your body was made to fit me."

Looking at his thick member, I really don't see how this is possible.

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