Page 68 of Our Little Cliche
“Yes, very much so.”
“Holly. There is never a day that goes by where you don’t amaze me. So, this screenplay… where am I dragging my tongue to and from again?”
“My ankle to my thigh…”
“Show me. Show me where you want to be touched.” The way he says it makes my heart flutter.
I keep one hand over my pussy, keeping a slow momentum while the other runs a line with my index finger slowly from my inner ankle, upward along my calf muscle to the sensitive area of my thigh before stopping right at the crease of my labia, not once taking my eyes from him.
“Noted. And how would you like me to fuck you?”
Holy fuck.
“Despicably,” I drawl the word.
“Despicably hard or slow?”
I think about his question for a moment. Given the outline of his cock, I think I might need a warm up. “I think slow at first. Then I want everything you’ve got.”
“Everything…” Cyrus blows out a chest full of air as if in disbelief, making me second guess my answer.I’ll be able to handle it, won’t I?“You’re a heavy sleeper, what if you don’t wake up?”
“Then fuck me harder until I do.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
“Jesus,” he whimpers. “I desperately want to shove my cock down your throat right now. Look at what you’re doing to me,” he stands, tugging the elastic at the gray sweatpants down and freeing his?—
FUCKING HELL.
I would have to say cocks aren’t the most attractive things in the world, but as it stands to attention for my gaze, it is absolute perfection. It’s thick, and a dangerous length. It hasn’t a single hair in sight, tinged with a hue of pink from the blood pumping it hard, pulsating with the need to make my pussy swell. The veins thicken the longer I stare.
“But I also want to listen to what that pretty little mouth has to say about what my next move is, so please, keepreading,” he says, snapping his pants back up, and sits back down.
Am I drooling?
“With pleasure… literally,” I smirk, picking up the pace around my clit without taking my eyes off of his. “He pulls his gray sweatpants down until they hit the floor, then continues the same pattern as before with his tongue until he reaches the edge of her pussy.”
“Good girl, keep going,” he coaxes my orgasm closer.
Holy fuck, say that again.
“He makes long, slow movements from her entrance to the top of her clit, careful as to not wake her. He retreats to plant her flavors on her lips for her to relish what desire for him tastes like, leaning in such a way it nudges his cock at her core.” The sentence is hard to string out now that ecstasy is lingering on the tip of my finger.Oh, god. So close.
“Inch by inch he eases into her, groaning her name until she stirs,” Cyrus chimes in, adding a piece to the story.Yes. Yes please. “Finger yourself, Holly. Imagine the way it will feel when I fill you up.”
I put the book down since I’m not reading it anyway, and spread my legs even further. With one hand I keep my fingers rotating over my very swollen, needy bud, and insert two fingers inside with the other. “Oh, my… fffff-uck.” The sounds that project from my mouth are not ones I’m familiar with.
Total uncharted territory.
It’s… freeing.
“He picks up the pace when her beautiful arctic eyes beam back at him with adrenaline and lust. It’s a tight fit, but he pushes through the resistance, bringing her climax to its edge.” The words are nothing but a breath.
“That’s it, a little faster now.”Oh, my god. I don’t know how but he can tell that I’m seconds from folding like a fucking $5 Kmart deck chair.“I know you’re close, just keep breathing through it.”
