Page 127 of As They Are
She turned and looked at me with wide eyes. “Please tell me you’ll be fucking my mouth.”
I pulled off my sweater and threw it on the ground. Then I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her off the desk and making her kneel on the floor, using what I’d been wearing to soften it for her.
“Yes,” I said.
“None of this nice guy stuff, right?”
My hand was firm on her jaw. “Wren. Suck.”
Her mouth enveloped the head of my cock, and I thought I was going to black out. Wren hollowed her cheeks and I surged inside, keeping her close. She moaned and tightened her mouth.
She was too good at this. She was too good at everything she did. I had her on the floor of the town library, moaning while I fucked her mouth. How was this even real?
I wasn’t gentle. I gave her what she asked for and she didn’t complain. I never thought anything could be like this, where I wasn’t grappling with myself to be the man I wanted to be.
My orgasm built with every second. Her hands tightened on my thighs, and she took me to the back of her throat right as I was going to come, swallowing every last drop.
“Next time, we have a condom,” she said as she finally pulled off of my cock. “The fact that nothing fucked me is unfair.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, but you finished, so we’re done.”
“Sex isn’t done just because I had an orgasm. Get back on the desk, Wren.”
She stared at me with wide eyes for one second before she scrambled and laid back, her entire pussy on display. She was soaking wet, and I wasted no time with inserting one finger inside of her.
“Fuck.” She was so responsive, so tight. I wasn’t sure how I’d even fit inside of her. I moved my thumb to circle her clit. She arched up, scooting down to try to get my finger deeper. I rewarded her with a second one.
“H-Henry, I’m gonna—” She was wrecked, but I paused.
“Not yet.”
“You’re so mean,” she moaned.
“It’ll be worth it,” I replied as I pressed a kiss to her hip.
“Still, you do know this is killing me, right?”
“You could always use the safe word if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
I resumed my motions. If she was talking, she wasn’t feeling good enough. The library was filled with the sounds of her moans and gasps as I worked her to the edge, only to pull back again. She grumbled about it once more, but then I added a third finger and she went silent.
“Please, Henry,” she muttered this time. “I need to come. Please let me.”
“Since you asked so nicely ...” I didn’t slow down, and she cried out, pussy fluttering as she came again.
She was out of breath for a long moment, and my spent cock gave a twitch at the sight of her. I already couldn’t wait to do it again.
“You’ve killed me. I’m dead.” She threw her arm over her eyes. Then her stomach growled.
“You sound hungry. Not dead.”
“I am. I skipped dinner.”
“Wren.” The edge to my voice was back. I waited for her to grow annoyed, especially since I wasn’t using it during sex.
