Page 20 of Guilty As Charged
I’m addicted to this. To the way she tastes, the feel of her clit on my tongue, the sounds she makes when she cums in my mouth. I’ve never needed anything as much as I need to eat her pussy. I’ve done it three times already today, and I know as soon as we walk out of this room, I’m going to want to do it again. I think I could live my life with my face between her thighs, but I’m not sure how that would work in a courtroom. I’m still workshopping ideas.
“Do that thing with—” She gasps and then rocks her hips forward. “That’s it, right there.”
I’ve already solved the puzzle on how fast I can make her cum; I just like doing it so much I take my time. I love getting her to the edge and then pulling back, but right now we’re crunched for time.
“Spencer!” Her fingers grip my hair as she starts to cum, and I help her drag it out.
Licking her slow and steady, one orgasm turns into two, and all thoughts of the convention have left my brain. Now the only mission I have is to get a third.
“Inside me,” Abbie moans. “I want the next one with you inside me.”
I’m always going to do what she says, even if I’m reluctant to stop eating her pussy. When I stand up, my cock is jutting out of my Superman tights at an obscene angle.
“Maybe this wasn’t the best costume with children present.”
Abbie looks at me with hungry eyes as she pushes down the front of my tights and takes my cock out. “I think the glazed donut I left on your face might be the real problem.”
She guides my cock to her opening, and the feel of her cunt on my cock is heaven. “I love fucking you raw,” I grunt as I thrust all the way inside. “Nothing between us, nothing keeping my cum out of you.”
“Don’t stop.” Abbie is clinging to me so tightly I lift her off the table and pin her to the wall.
I’m hammering into her harder and harder as my cock swells with need. “I love how your little pussy squeezes every time I talk about cumming.” Her needy whimper is music to my ears as I grind against her clit. “I love how pretty you are on my cock.”
What I really want to tell her is I love you, but I’ve got it all planned out, and I want it to be special. Abbie deserves to be treated like a queen, and I’m determined to give it to her. So until then, it’s dirty talk since that’s as close as I can get.
She pulls me in for a kiss and moans. She loves kissing me after I’ve gone down on her, and I couldn’t agree more. I wish I could somehow be inside of her and licking her pussy at the same time, but I’ll take this instead.
“I’m-I’m-I’m-”
“Cumming,” I finish for her, and she does exactly that. At first it’s a soft moan, but when the climax hits her, she screams with pleasure.
We’ve been alone for so many days that I haven’t really thought about how loud we are when we’ve made love. The house has been empty, so we get to be as loud as we want, but here in this small space where anyone walking by could hear us is not ideal.
The good thing is, my own orgasm is bearing down on me so I don’t give a shit. I thrust hard one last time and groan with pleasure. My cock pulses as I pump cum in her pussy and cling to her as tightly as possible.
“Fuck, I needed that.” I’m panting as I bury my face in her neck and then lick the beads of sweat off her.
“You said that in the garage before we left the house.” Abbie giggles but makes no move to pull away.
“When this is over, I’m not letting you out of bed,” I say, and this time when we kiss, it’s tender and slow.
“Deal,” she agrees when I pull back. “Think you can walk out there without making men feel inferior?”
“What?” I’m confused until she glances down at my cock that’s still hard and buried inside her. “Oh, yeah, let me get this under control.”
It takes me longer than necessary to get my cock to go down, but I have to force myself not to look at Abbie, and then I have to tell her not to look at me. We laugh through most of it, and I can’t help but think how much I love everything about her. When I’m with Abbie, I can be silly and fun because she brings out the best in me. I’m happier, lighter, and a better man because of her. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life loving her.
Chapter Thirteen
ABBIE
It wasn't until we got to the convention and I saw everyone that it really hit me how much I’ve missed all this and being a part of the world. Even when online. In my head I kept telling myself I was fine, but being here is a giant reminder that this is my world. I belong here.
“Are you good?” Spencer tugs at the top of my dress, straightening the material.
The man is always fussing over me, and I love it. Hell, I love him, but it’s hard for me to say the words. They weren't tossed around my house as they should have been when I was growing up. When you love people, those words should flow, but I might have a tingle of rejection still in the back of my mind.
“I mean, we haven’t seen Geoff yet, but I’m good right now.” He’ll be here. I’m sure of that. No way he’d miss an opportunity for people to see him and stroke his ego. I never cheer for a person's downfall, but I have no sympathy for this man.
