Page 48 of Not My Fault

“There aren’t any mugs in here!” I say, but as I turn around, I realize they lied to get me to flash them. “Hey! You’re so bad!”

Laughing, Gus walks over and grabs me a mug from the lower cabinet. They kiss me softly and I shake my head.

“Sorry, I saw an opportunity.”

“Well now you need to make me coffee too,” I pout.

“Sounds good, Pretty Girl. Do you want some breakfast?”

“Mmm, maybe eggs?”

“Of course. Have a seat, and I’ll take care of everything.”

I watch as Gus makes me a cup of coffee first, asking how I like it, and makes everything perfectly. While I drink my coffee, they make a feta and spinach omelet for each of us. It’s delicious, and then we both head back to the bedroom.

“We can watch a movie or something if you want,” Gus suggests.

“I had a different kind of entertainment in mind,” I say, kneeling on the bed.

They turn around to face me, and I throw their T-shirt off and at them. I giggle as Gus climbs on top of me, kissing my neck and behind my ear.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Pretty Girl,” Gus grumbles, and I moan lightly.

“It’s hardly fair when I’m so underdressed,” I say, and Gus laughs.

Standing up, they make a show of getting undressed for me. They keep on their sports bra but take everything else off, and I groan. They are a tattooed Greek God. Their body gets me hot, and I can’t wait to taste them again. Gus climbs onto the bed and lays me down in the center. They take their time touching and kissing my body, careful not to touch my pussy. I know it is their way of teasing me, and it’s working.

Gus tugs on my nipples. “Oh!” I call out.

“God, I can feel how wet you’re getting on my thigh.” Gus smirks and moves their thigh to hit my clit. I try to grind on them but they still my hips.

“Not yet, Pretty Girl.” Gus winks and I whimper.

They go back to touching my breasts, their tongue torturing my nipples as I try to get some friction down lower. Gus takes my hands and holds them above my head so I can’t move them. They kiss my chest, down my stomach and back up again, all the way to my neck. Shivers run through my body, and I clench my pussy, desperate to feel something more. Gus keeps playing with my tits and then slides their hand across my pussy.

“Oh!” I cry out, moaning and whimpering as they start to slip two fingers inside me. “Oh, shit!”

“Good?” Gus asks innocently.

“Mmm.” I nod furiously, and Gus curves their fingers.

My head falls back into the pillow, and I can’t form anything besides a plethora of moans. Gus fingers pump in and out of me while their tongue twists around my nipple. I play with the other one, copying exactly what Gus does to me with their tongue. Their fingers start to move faster, and I feel an orgasm building. But then I feel a different pressure and I panic as I realize what it is.

“Gus! Gus! I’m going to squirt!” I cry, but Gus doesn’t stop. Only pausing for a split second before looking up at me withdark eyes. Oh, fuck! They’re going to let me. They want me to squirt for them.

Not pulling out their hand, I feel the pressure build until it releases everywhere. I’ve only squirted a handful of times, and it was mostly on my own. Gus’s hand is dripping wetness when they pull it out of me. My thighs are soaked, the sheets under me are soaked, but I’m panting, trying to catch my breath from that release. God, it was like I let everything in me go. It’s different than an orgasm but still an intense and beautiful release.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” Gus mutters from between my legs. They disappear to grab a towel, but when they come back, they take a warm washcloth and brush it over my pussy. They clean my thighs and everything from my mess.

“I’m so sorry, I ruined your sheets.”

“Nah, nothing the wash can’t get out.” Gus shrugs. “Why don’t you sit on the chair, and I’ll change them. If you’re cold, you can put on my shirt.”

Gus hands me a shirt and places a towel on their soft chair in the corner. I didn’t notice it before, but it looks comfortable. I put the shirt on before sitting and watch as they carefully clean everything up and bring me a glass of water.

“You okay?” Gus kneels next to me.

“I am, yeah.” I smile.

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