Page 111 of Deep In Love
“Fuck!”
“Answer the question.”
“Mateo,” she grits out, her hips rising to search for contact.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” she moans as I slip a finger inside her, curling upward to hit her G-spot.
“Good girl,” I say, latching on to her clit and sucking deeply. “This pussy,” I murmur against her skin, “ismine.”
I slide another finger into her, and she clenches around me, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
She’s untethered, floating away toward her pleasure as her breathy moans fill the cabin. I chase each small sound she makes until she’s squirming beneath my tongue, her hands buried in my hair for stability. A small sheen of sweat forms on her brow, her blond hair plastered to her face and neck as she climbs closer to an orgasm.
“Mateo.”
Do not come.
When I’m confident I’m not going to finish early, I add a third finger, increasing my pace until her legs shake and her breath grows choppy and uneven.
“Come for me,” I demand, pulling her clit between my teeth.
Her hips rise off the desk as she barrels into her orgasm, her fingers tightening around my hair, forging pleasure from the pain. I continue to lap and nip until her body slackens and she releases my hair from her death grip.
“So pretty,” I admit when she’s recovered enough to sit up.
She blushes as I brush away the hair matted to her temple, kissing her gently, before falling into the chair and facing her. My cock stands tall and hard against my stomach.
I rub the bead of precum along the head, a small groan escaping me when she gulps, her gaze darkening to a shade of deep cerulean. She drops to the floor in front of me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“And this ismine,” she says, pushing away my hand to wrap hers around me, squeezing at the base.
Stars twinkle in my vision as Charlie leans forward and runs her tongue along my shaft, coating it in saliva. She twirls her tongue around the tip, and I briefly lose control when she pulls my cock into her mouth.
My hips lift from the chair, and I push myself down her throat. Her muscles work around me, making space for me to press farther.
She gags, gripping my thighs as her head bobs up and down, taking me deeper with each pass.
I won’t last long like this, and my balls tighten when she moans, as if offering me pleasure increases her own. The vision of Charlie on her knees, sucking my cock like it’s her last meal, is not only one I’ve fantasized about but will do me in more quickly than I want.
Her fingers release my thighs, small half-moons embedded into my skin. She takes my balls into her palm, cupping them as she takes me to the base, the head of my cock pressing against the back of her throat.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I groan, gripping the chair’s armrests as she hums against my dick, the same tune she offered in the lab. She makes it to what should be the second line in the first verse when I wrap her hair around my wrist and drag her off my cock.
She whines, saliva trailing down her chin as she sits back on her knees, breasts pushed outward.
Holy fuck.
Her position is not helping delay my orgasm. Instead, the pleasure compounds, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut.
There’s only one thing that can postpone the orgasm: reciting the steps of polymerase chain reaction. I have to list the entire master mix to cool down enough to look at Charlie, who watches from her knees with thinly veiled amusement.
“Come here,” I demand, helping her off the ground before I drag her into a frenzied kiss.
Before she can settle on my lap, I grab her hips and twirl her around to face the mirror. She’s blocking my body from view, but she’s completely exposed. I wait, expecting her to cover herself and shy away from her reflection, but she surprises me and instead offers a tentative grin.
My fingers tighten on her hips, almost enough to bruise, as I use her as a tether to reality.
