Page 36 of Mr. Infuriating

My mouth hitched, and my ego swelled.

“That’s not begging, baby.”

“Gabe, please…”

I watched in awe as my finger slowly moved in and out of her slick heat. I was dying to fuck her.

But first things first.

“Please what?”

“Please…” She hesitated. I could tell she wasn’t used to talking dirty, but it was obviously a big turn-on for her.

Slowing my movement, I asked again. “Please what?”

Her hands wove into my hair, and she pulled my face toward her center when she whispered, “Please eat my cunt.”

I grinned in satisfaction. I knew she was scandalized but her body told me another story.

“Of course. It’d be my pleasure to eat your cunt.”

I took my time swirling my tongue around her clit before exploring her folds while pressing another digit inside her. I had every intention of savoring her, but she had other plans.

“Faster, please.”

“So impatient,” I tsked as I pulled the hood of her clit back and admired the pearl I found beneath.

“Gabe, I need you to make me come. Please.”

How could I say no?

My tongue flicked her clit while I increased the tempo as I finger fucked her.

“Oh my god, that feels so good.”

I glanced up to find her eyes closed and mouth open, with her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow.

The sight was hot as fuck.

Her hands clutched her tits as she lifted her hips slightly to press against my mouth.

I took the invitation and sucked on her little engorged jewel while my digits quickly moved in and out of her.

Her body tensed, and I could tell she was close, so I wiggled my tongue as I sucked her clit. Adding an aggressive head shake and moan for good measure while pumping my hand harder.

“Don’t stop,” she begged with her eyes shut tight. “Please, Gabe. Don’t stop.”

Deciding actions spoke louder than words, I didn’t even pause to tell her I had no plans of stopping until her soft body was writhing around my face.

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Gretchen

“Oh. My. God. What did you just do to me?” I whelped between pants as I lay on my bed with my hand across my stomach. He grinned when I looked down at him still between my legs; then he kissed his way up my body.

His arms came possessively around my sides when his lips grazed my neck, and he murmured, “There’s one.”

I’m pretty sure he’d just ruined me for any other man with just that one orgasm. How would I survive more?

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