Page 64 of Faking Summer
I bit my lip slightly. “You might be biting off more than you can chew.”
She grinned and leaned in just a little, “Oh, I can handle it. The real question is, can you?”
Her eyes were heavy-lidded with desire as she looked at me from beneath her lashes. Her soft lips pressed against my throat, nipping and sucking at my skin, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
She lifted the hem of my shirt, her fingers skimmed over my abs. The fabric bunched up near my chest, and then she froze—her fingers pausing just before the soreness in my ribs. Wells must’ve landed a solid hit earlier. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Her gaze did all the talking. She bent down, her blonde hair tickling my skin as her lips grazed the softest kisses on the fresh bruises.Each one sent an ache through me—not just from the pain, but from the reminder that some piece of shit had tried to hurther.
As she pulled my shirt off, I took a moment to take in the sight of her—her tits heaving with each breath, her nipples hard and pink beneath the thin fabric of her top. She began shedding her clothes at a slow, agonizing pace. I watched, entranced, as she revealed more piece by piece. My cock throbbed in my pants, aching for some kind of attention, resistance, anything.
She leaned down, bringing her lips to mine again as she grinded her hips against me, her movements desperate with need. She lowered herself down as she began to undo my pants, and once I sprang free, she gasped. “Damn, the group chat wasn’t lying.”
"Because nothing turns me on more than my dick being discussed in a group chat," I said sarcastically.
"You seemed pretty turned on to me," she said softly, running her hand along my length.
“I’m always fucking turned on around you.” I sucked in a breath, “But what’s your next move? Are you just going to stare, or are you going to let me taste you?”
"Not tonight," she said, her voice firm. "I need you inside me. I don’t want to wait anymore."
“Tell me how much you want it, baby.”
“I want it so bad,” she said. She took my hand and guided it inside her panties, and I moaned at the feeling of her wet pussy against my fingers.
“Fuck,” I breathed, biting my lip, not being able to resist rubbing her clit in slow circles with my palm, watching as her hips grinded against me, urging me to dive deeper. I slid my fingers beneath the damp fabric, plunging my fingers inside her, feeling her muscles clench around me. She was hot, so fucking hot, like a volcano about to explode.
“Oh god,” she moaned, closing her eyes.
I was on the verge of taking control completely, flipping heron the bed right now and fucking her, but I held back, letting her wetness coat my fingers as I curled them slowly, steadily.
I pulled my fingers out, watching in awe as her pussy clung to me, unwilling to let me go. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting her sweetness on my tongue. I groaned, not realizing how hard it was actually going to be to wait, to let her be in charge.
Her fingers trembled as she reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom. The wrapper crinkled in her hand, and I could already feel my cock twitching in anticipation, hard and aching, like it had been begging for this all fucking night. I watched, fucking mesmerized, as she rolled it down my length. Her touch was electric, her fingertips grazing my shaft, and I hissed through my teeth, already on the edge.
She climbed on top, her body a fucking masterpiece of perfection, all smooth skin and perfect curves. Her eyes—those goddamn eyes that were their own shade of blue—dangerously locked on mine. She straddled me, her thighs slick against mine, heat radiating from her core. She shifted her hips, her pussy hovering just above my cock, so close I could feel the wetness of her against the tip. With an agonizingly slow motion, she lowered herself onto me, inch by torturous inch. Her breath hitched, her lips parting in a silent gasp, and I could feel her body stretching to take me in, her tightness gripping my cock until it disappeared. A growl caught in my throat, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. She was so fucking wet, so fucking hot, and every inch of her felt like warm silk wrapped around me—it was fucking heaven.
"Tell me all about how much you hate me now," I dared, my hands still gripping her hips. She cried out, beginning to move as she threw her head back. A flush spreads across her chest, up her neck, and to her cheeks. I couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her—a dream.
"You’re still the worst," she panted, gripping onto me. "But you feel so good."
I growled in approval, feeling myself get close. But I wasn't readyto let go yet. I wanted more. I wanted to make her scream my name until she was hoarse. I wanted to feel her body shaking as she came apart on top of me. Her cries grew louder, her hips grinded harder against me. I reached up to tweak one of her nipples, earning a sharp cry from her. She was close, so fucking close. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her movements becoming erratic. She cried out, lowering her head, and I couldn’t resist pulling it up by her chin, forcing her to look at me as she fell apart.
"You're so beautiful when you come," I told her, barely able to get the words out because she was so goddamn tight, her pussy gripping me like I belonged inside her.
I let out a groan as I felt my own release approaching, my balls tightening with the sensation. But I held off, wanting to savor every fucking second of this. I could feel her body still trembling with aftershocks as she continued moving, panting heavily, sweat glistening on her skin.
She wasn’t finished with me… she continued, only changing her pace, moving her hips slower, taking me in long, deep strides.
"You keep moving your hips like that and you’re going to make me come," my voice was ragged with pleasure. “You have to give me one more first.”
Her breasts bounced with each movement, her hips never stopping their maddening rhythm. “I’m in control. Remember? You have to deal,” she breathed, her lips brushing against my ear.
I nodded, my hands gripping the sheets as I let her do exactly what she wanted. Her walls clenched around me again like she was trying to milk every last drop of sanity from my body. She smirked before her lips parted just enough to show the tip of her tongue as she licked them slowly. “Good boy,” she purred, and the words hit me like a fucking wrecking ball.
“Definitely don’t fucking say that,” I warned, about to lose it at her praise. She let out a low, throaty laugh that made my cock twitch inside her.
She pulled me up until I was sitting straight, bringing me closerto her as her arms slipped around my shoulders. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard and teasing. She moved slower, the rhythm more intimate. It was almost too much to bear.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I rasped as her nails dug into my skin.
