Page 106 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
Her hand keeps working me—slick with her arousal now—while she rocks her hips slowly, rubbing herself along the underside of my shaft. My cock slides between her folds, catching on her clit every few strokes, and she gasps like she didn’t expect it to feel this good.
Neither did I.
She’s teasing both of us. Pushing the line. And it’s intimate. Way more than I thought this would be.
She bites her lip again, that sweet flush creeping higher up her chest as she drags her slick center over me once more. “You feel . . . big.”
I huff a broken laugh. “That’s because I am.”
She rolls her eyes and grins, but the next time she rocks against me, she lets out a quiet whimper, and her hips stutter.
“You’re soaked,” I murmur, reaching up to cup her breast. “And you’re still teasing me.”
Her fingers tighten around my cock. She leans forward, bracing herself on her other hand, and presses her chest closer to my face. Her nipple grazes my mouth and I can’t help it—I suck it in, swirling my tongue once, hard.
“Lucian,” she gasps, hips bucking against me again.
I groan against her skin. “You want me to come, baby? Is that what this is?”
She nods, breathless. “I want to watch you come.”
I blink up at her, stunned silent for half a second.
She wants me undone. Completely undone. She wants to see it happen.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I whisper.
Her lips brush my ear. “Yes, I do.”
And fuck me, that’s it.
I slide my hands down her back, gripping her ass to help her move, dragging her soaked heat across my cock again and again as her hand strokes me, squeezing at the head just right.
My stomach tightens.
My thighs go tense.
I’m right there.
“You want it?” I rasp.
She looks down at me, wild and flushed, her hair falling forward. “Yes.”
I grab her hips, guiding her one last time along my shaft, and everything snaps.
I come with a loud, broken groan—hot ropes spilling over her stomach, her chest, streaking her tits as I jerk under her touch. She strokes me through it, slow and gentle, milking every last drop until I collapse against the pillows, chest heaving, heart pounding like I just ran a fucking marathon.
She looks down at herself, cheeks flushed, cum streaked over her skin.
And then she smiles.
Slow.
Smug.
Beautiful.
“Marked,” she whispers, dragging one finger through it.
