Page 74 of Be Your Anything
Completely desperate.
Horny as fuck, sure, but so incredibly desperate for anything of Lennon I can get tonight.
This role play shit isn’t my normal MO, and I’ve never had fantasies about being a cop or a teacher or a boss or a creepy business partner who takes advantage of my level of authority over an innocent young woman.
Butfuckif my buttons don’t get pushed every damn time we’re together.
She makes me want to claw into her, fuck her throat, drag her over me, and slam her down on my dick until she can’t hold on to this game she likes to play and she screams out my name.
I doubt any man will ever say he’s had a bad orgasm. It’s like pizza. There’s average pizza, delicious pizza, and then there’s award-winning pizza.
Sex and orgasms with Lennon is a Nobel Prize. An Academy Award. A motherfucking Pulitzer.
It’s pizza made by five-star chefs, eaten with a view of fireworks over the Eiffel Tower.
It’s a once-in-a-lifetime passion I’ve been lucky enough to have over and over again in the past few months.
I was supposed to come over here and apologize to Lennon for putting her in a difficult position with Remmy last week, and then I was supposed to end things. I was going to push us firmly back into the friends category, because the idea of hurting her? The thought that she might be getting too emotionally involved?
It kills me.
And yet I couldn’t stop myself when I saw the opportunity tonight, couldn’t push her away when the only thing I wanted to do was pull her close.
Fuck.
If I’m honest, I’m too emotionally invested, too. Wrapped up in her beauty and her body, yes, but also in her heart and her mind, in that tiny bit of Lennon she lets slip free when she thinks no one is watching.
I’m finally getting that Lennon I wanted for so long, and I’m not ready for it to end.
So, no—the last thing I could do tonight was push her away.
I reach out, pulling her closer so she doesn’t have as much freedom to continue her little tease.
“If breaking the rules sounds good,” I say, “then put your mouth on me and stop being such a tease.”
Lennon’s eyes flash, and I’m surprised and pleased to see she’s still enjoying this, even though I’m letting my own emotions get the best of me.
Her mouth opens and she takes me in.
And I can’t…
breathe…
anymore…
The wet suction and pull of her lips and tongue enveloping me has my fingers digging into the arm of the chair with attempted restraint.
Lennon goes to town, bobbing up and down and pressing her tongue against that ridge, that vein that pulses and throbs for her.
I pull her head back as my spine tingles with the first hint of my orgasm, and I know if I let her go any further, I’ll be finishing in her mouth, which is not my plan for the evening.
“Take your shirt off and get on all fours.”
Lennon scrambles to comply, yanking her shirt over her head, her handful of tits spilling free.
My eyebrow lifts. “No bra tonight?” I ask.
She gives me a flirty look then runs her hands over her breasts, circling her own nipples and making my dick jerk.
