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“We need to get my dad angry,” she lied. “That’s all.”
“That’s all,” I chuckled. “Of course. What you really wanted was to get me hard. You’ve succeeded.”
“Do you need help?” she asked and rocked against me again, tormenting my crying cock. She licked her lip pointedly. “I’ve got a very talented tongue, apparently.”
“It’s not talented at everything,” I told her and her little angry frown was too cute. “It’s awful at telling lies.”
She smiled but blushed, looking down at her chest bulging against mine.
“There’s no other reason you wanted to take off your bra and have your perfect tits against me?”
“I like the attention,” she said, whipping her hair back, chest against chest.
“You likemyattention.”
“Not wrong,” she said.
“And you think by getting me all hard, you’ll win,” I guessed. “But you haven’t seen anything yet.”
She rolled her eyes, disbelieving.
“My mouth is also talented.”
“Sure.”
I leaned forward, brushed her hair from her ear and whispered, “I’m the desperate one. Desperate to lick, suck and bite on that sensitive little clit of yours. To be inside of you any way I can. My fingers, my tongue, my fucking cock. But more than anything, I want to see my cock glistening with your cum as it slips so slightly into your cunt. An inch at a time.”
I pulled her hips back so she sat on the head of my hard-as-shit cock, following her with my chest so her peaked nipples weren’t visible. I hauled her forward an inch. “One at a time.”
Another jolt forward. “So you get used to my size.”
Another. “Until you beg for more.”
Another. “Until you moan and whine and thrash for every inch of me, Everly.”
She whimpered in my arms as I hoisted her body right back into mine.
“And you will, won’t you?”
Her breaths were laboured against my chest and the flashes started up again. “Won’t you?”
A high-pitched inhale was the only answer.
“Thought so.”
“Lean back, Everly,” the photographer said. “Like earlier. Shuffle back. Luca, catch her. I want to get the hair flip.”
I looked over warily. He didn’t mean to pull her chest from mine?
She held on tighter to me, not doing as he’d said. “Er…”
“I didn’t get the movement last time,” he pressed.
“She wasn’t topless last time,” Livie snapped and stormed forward, grabbing the leather jacket Everly had dropped before.
I held her close as I threaded her arms through the sleeves. Livie stood between the camera and us, covering my girlfriend’s body as I zipped her up. “Press against me all you like, but while we pretend to do this, the public do not get to see your perfect, erect nipples, Everly. Not some sleazy photographer either.”
She nodded and lifted herself off the bike before running to the changing rooms. She folded her arms over her chest even though she was now covered.
