Page 14 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Fuck, Idosuck at this! So much for theoretical knowledge.
Hailey reaches to help me, patiently undoing the clasp, and my breath catches as she slides off the bra. Hypnotized by her glorious breasts, my thumbs drag over her nipples.
This is really happening.
I’m gonna be the first man to fuck Hailey Grace Morgan.
I take the hunting knife from the sheath at my belt and she laughs when I cut the waistband of her panties, first one side, then the other.
“Hey, those were expensive! I should send you the bill. Taking a little souvenir, you freak?”
I shrug. It’s more than a souvenir. If this is all I’ll ever have of her, I need something to remember tonight by.
Emotions tighten my ribs, but I won’t let grief taint this moment. Tomorrow doesn’t matter.
I stuff the shredded lace into my pocket and my eyesland on her center. My cock jerks violently as she opens her legs wider and her slick pussy lips part for me, her swollen clit glistening.
My mouth waters. Sheathing the knife, I bend down and raise my mask just enough to bare my lips without letting her see my face.
“What are you doi—” A squeal cuts her off when I suck on her clit.
I flick the nub with my tongue, lapping along her slit to drink her nectar like booze. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. Sweeter than wine, sweeter than honey.
“Oh… my… God…” Hailey moans, gripping my shoulders. “Don’t stop!”
This is my first time eating out a woman, but I think I’m doing alright.
I push my middle finger against her dripping entrance, sliding easily inside. Pleasure jolts through my impatient dick, but this moment is for her.
I thrust gently and she keens. “More!” she whines. “I want more!”
With her begging all pretty like this, how could I say no?
I add a second finger, scissoring them, and Hailey writhes, her hips bucking against my mouth as she curls her legs around me.
“Your mouth feels so good… That’s the spot, yes!” she rambles.
This is some serious multi-tasking, but I focus, sucking her clit while I finger-fuck her. Her moans get louder and louder. Suddenly her thighs tremble. She drops back onto the bed, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers.
Did I make her come? I think I made her come!
Pride warms my chest, but I’m ready to explode, too. Ipull the mask over my mouth and count sheep so I don’t jizz in my pants.
One fluffy lamb in a meadow.
I’ll bury my cock in Hailey tonight, and nothing will stop me. Not even the taste of her pussy on my lips.
Two fluffy lambs in a meadow.
Not even my dick wanting to blow his load too early. Talk about self-sabotage, buddy.
Three fluffy lambs in a meadow.
I’ll be the best lay she’ll ever have and she’ll think of me every time she has sex for the rest of her life.
I grab her around the waist, dragging her to the center of the bed. When I drop my pants and pull out my cock, she curses under her breath.
“You’re huge!” she bursts out. A hint of terror laces her tone, and I—being the psycho I apparently am—leak pre-cum into my hand.
