Page 372 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
Moans fill the air, leaving me in a rush of heavy breaths. His fingers slip inside his shorts, and he grips his hard cock. I see hishand moving vigorously through his shorts. His face is strained, like he can’t bear to touch himself.
“I love that,” I encourage, growing wetter over what I see, his hand in his shorts and his mouth on me. “I love that I get you so hot you can’t help but touch yourself.”
Tongue fucking me, he picks up the pace, going faster and faster, moaning into me as his fingers work his cock.
A pressure builds in my stomach, quickly spreading to my core. I get wetter and wetter, the sound of my arousal, of his kisses, only spurs me on.
I’m so close to coming on his face as his tongue slips out. Tears already built up in my eyes before I could find my words to ask what made him stop.
His mouth returns to me as quickly as it left, moving to my swollen clit. His perfect teeth clamping, scraping over the sensitive nub, sucking, clamping again.
“Tell me you need me,” he demands, his teeth still on me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I need you,” I pant out, as the fingers that were wrapped around his cock seconds ago, press against my pussy.
“How much of me do you need?”
“Two. I need two.”
Sucking my clit between his teeth, two fingers slide into me, finding that little ridge he knows how to work so well.
I pulse on his first thrust, my body trembling as he sinks deeper on the second, forcing me to accept him to his knuckles. On the third, my body tightens around the digits, and I scream out, squirting into his mouth.
Another moan vibrates against me and sets me off again.
I can barely breathe, each gasp for air attacking my hungry lungs.
Sliding his fingers out, he licks them clean, intoxicating me further.
“Get down on the bed.” I push at him, flipping his body onto the pillow at my side as he wipes his mouth.
“Kiss me.”
I greet his lips with a kiss not long enough to please him, leaving him lifting off the bed for more.
Settling between his legs, I dip my fingers into the hem of perfectly fitted shorts.
Long fingers stop me, wrapping around each wrist.
“What is it?” I’m still dizzy from my orgasm, still panting as I talk.
“I…” he hesitates.
“No secrets.”
“Okay… I don’t like oral.”
“Well, you acted like you did a minute ago.”
“That was giving. I don’t like to receive.”
“Maybe the last person who did it wasn’t right for you.”
All words stall in his throat behind that deep scar. He licks at his lips, taking away the dryness that appears from nowhere.
“Did I say something wrong?”
His head shakes, and he clears his throat. “I’ve only had one experience, and it was non-consensual.”
