Page 160 of Green Flag
“No, your panties aren’t coming off,” I told her, standing and pressing my thumb to rub against her clit through them. “We’re not fucking, are we? So there’s no need.”
Her brows knotted. Her face was so beautifully flushed. “We’re… we’re not?”
“Apparently.”
“What?”
“You’re so wet, I won’t even need lube,” I said, dragging my thumb down her folds and pressing just slightly against her entrance. “You are absolutely soaked, Everly.”
“Touch me,” she begged. “We both know you’ll tear these off soon enough.”
I chuckled. I had to prove a point tonight. “You’re not desperate enough.”
The head of my cock pressed against her panties, the moisture of them letting my member brush against her smoothly, quickly. She whimpered, lifting her hips to match mythrusts, angling herself so I ran against her clit. Then she crossed her thighs and squeezed my cock between them.
I grunted, falling forward, a hand on either side of her face, the back of her legs against my chest.
Her breaths were broken as we looked into each other’s eyes.
When she said my name, I nearly came on the spot. All over her stomach.
Which wasn’t my plan.
“I want to see my cock slide across your pussy,” I told her.
She nodded desperately. “So they’ll come off?”
“No,” I said, untangling her legs and easily ripping a hole in the cotton underwear, the stretching and ripping sound almost covering up her little shocked gasp.
I didn’t wait, thrusting again to see her folds hug my cock as I slid against her swollen clit. Again and again.
This was the most naked I’d seen her.
And just knowing that — recalling how she had begged for me to fuck her — had me come without restraint.
I was sure to get my cum all over the cotton material of her panties before ripping them off and throwing them in her mouth.
“Fucking taste us,” I demanded, as her eyes widened and she swallowed. From how her jaw moved, I knew she was doing what she was told: Tasting our cum.
“Taste us and tell me we’re not perfect together.”
She nodded aggressively, moan choked through her panties.
“Taste us and tell me we’re not fucking.”
A shimmer of sweat had broken out across her rosy face, and her lips pursed as she sucked on the material, a dare in her eyes.
Her hands were free, she could have pulled them out, but instead, she pulled me further down by my biceps and stroked my chest down to the hair above my cock and up again.
Without even realising it, I’d been thrusting against her again, my cock still hard.
She took out her panties, dismissed them beside her on the bed and said, “We are fucking. Right now, Luca.”
Her hand fisted my cock eagerly. Any touch from her and I was hardening, even if I’d come all over her minutes ago.
“Fuck me, Luca,” she said and pulled my cock to her entrance, wiggling down on it.
She stroked my arm before gripping my bicep and tugging me down until our faces were only inches apart. Her hips raised and lowered, sliding up and down my cock, pushing more and more into her.
