Page 36 of The Situation
“You promised me orgasms,” I say, moaning every time the head of his dick touches my clit.
“Do you want to come on my face or cock first?” He carries me into the bedroom, nipping my bottom lip between kisses. “Tell me.”
I shake with anticipation and from the forwardness of his question. I’ve never been asked this before. Sex has never been about me, and I’ve certainly not been given options.
“Face,” I say, as mine turns red.
“Excellent choice.”
He kisses me long and hard before tossing me on the bed. I squeal, the sound turning into laughter that’s silenced by Tate crawling across the mattress like a predator on the prowl.
My belly tightens as he comes to a stop in front of me.
“You have the best tits I’ve ever seen,” he says, holding them in his palms. “Perfect shape. Perfect weight.” He flicks one nipple with his tongue, and it beads for him immediately. “So responsive.”
I hold the back of his head as he sucks the bud through his lips. The warmth and wetness of his mouth against my breast, and his fingers lightly pinching the other, disarms me. I slip a hand between my legs and gasp at how wet and hot I really am.
“Stop.” He pulls back, gripping my wrist and withdrawing it from my groin. His eyes blaze. “Don’t.”
“I’m desperate,” I say, shivering.
“All of your orgasms are mine tonight.” He lies down, his head flat on the bed. His cocks stands at full attention. “Get over here and ride my face until you come.”
His words alone nearly make me come undone.
“Are you sure you won’t smother to death from this?” I ask.
“Can’t think of a better way to go out.”
I roll my eyes as I reach him.
“Straddle me and grab the headboard,” he says.
My brain screams, and I can hear the echo, but even that doesn’t stop me from putting one knee on either side of Tate’s head.
“If I die,” he says, grinning, “just know I went out at the peak of my existence.”
“Shut up,” I say, laughing.
“You can shut me up by sitting down and grinding your pussy on me.”
Ho-ly fuck. I’m really doing this.
I look down to see his eyes are nearly feral.
You only live once …
I grip the headboard with both hands and hover over Tate. His tongue parts me, licking a long, lazy stroke through my pussy.
“Oh God.” I shudder.
It’s been too long. There’s too much pent-up sexual frustration to make this last. I’m on the verge of spiraling over the edge, and we’ve only just begun. I’m too close to breaking into a million pieces to worry about what I’ll look or sound like when I lose control.
“Take your time.” Tate’s fingers bite into my thighs. “We’re in no hurry.” He drags his tongue through me again. “I’m happy to lie here and eat you all night. This is all aboutyou.”
“This is all about you.”
God.
