Page 122 of Not Fooling Anyone

“Hmm?”

She trails a finger down my sternum to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. I raise my arms so she can lift it off me, her heated gaze making my breaths pick up.

“That night at the party, you said it was all about me. Well, I want tonight to be about you.”

My heart pounds, my tongue darting out to wet my lips as she situates me again on the end of the bed, coming around to face me, kneeling on the ground.

Is she…

She strips her shirt off slowly, giving me a fantastic view of her cleavage, and looks up at me with sultry eyes. Where the hell did this vixen come from?

And how can I get her to stick around?

“Let me take care of you,” she murmurs, tugging at the button of my jeans. “The way you always take care of me.”

I’m dumbstruck as she unzips me, my brain functioning enough at least to toe off my shoes and help her take my pants off. My dick strains at my boxers, wanting to be let out, to feel her touch, and I don’t have to wait long before she hooks her thumbs in the waistband, dragging them down my thighs until my dick pops out, ready for her.

She stares at it hungrily, and I bite my lip to hold back my moan, the anticipation rising within me.

But before she starts, I need one thing.

“Lexie.”

It takes her a moment to shift her attention upward, her gaze hazy, and I place my hands on her shoulders, guiding her up. “Will you strip for me? I want to see all of you.”

She nods, keeping eye contact with me as she toys with the button on her jeans, spinning around as she unzips them, presenting her backside to me as she pulls them down, her bare ass glorious.

Oh, fuck. I didn’t know what I was asking for, did I?

My hands grasp at my comforter, wanting to reach out to her, unsure if it will break the spell. How in the world did I get so lucky to land this girl?

She removes her jeans and panties, stepping closer to me, between my legs, and lets the straps of her bra drop from her shoulders as she reaches behind her, unhooking the clasp.

I can’t help myself anymore, taking off her bra and leaning in, giving one nipple a strong suck, then the other.

“Ethan,” she moans, tangling her hands in my hair as I worship her breasts, greedy for the taste of her.

She lets me play with her for a minute, but when my hand snakes down to tease her pussy, she releases me, sinking to her knees again.

“You first,” she murmurs, grazing her palms up my thighs, taking my cock in one hand and gently stroking.

My hips arch up, giving her better access as my hands fall behind me, propping me up, unable to look away at the sight of her hand gripping me.

“Where did this seductress come from?” I ask, my eyes closing as a tingle races its way down my spine.

“She was waiting for you. I would only ever do this with you.”

A groan escapes me as she reaches out, licking the head of my cock lightly.

“I love hearing you make that sound,” she whispers, doing it again.

I drop back to my elbows, watching her take me in, my cock disappearing inside that beautiful mouth, an expression of pleasure on her face.

I wasn’t expecting this at all tonight, but the detour is fully welcome as desire pools low in my belly, her tongue soft and warm as she explores me enthusiastically over long minutes, building me up. And as she uses her hand to stroke the base of my dick while she sucks the head, I’m done for, groaning again, reaching down to pull her up.

“I need you,” I mumble, kissing her desperately. “Let me come inside you.”

She nods eagerly, and I move to my nightstand drawer, rolling on a condom. She pushes me back with gentle fingertips toward the head of the bed, and I lie down, waiting with bated breath as she straddles me, taking my dick and guiding it inside her.

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