Page 43 of The Prodigy

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned softly.

Fuck.

Thatwas the wrong thing to do.

My dick was painfully hard now. Every soft swipe of her tongue made it jump, and I knew if I didn’t stop now, I’d pay for that shit later. So I gradually eased up, giving her a final peck before I pulled away.

“See?” I said, trying to play it cool. “No big deal.”

Her eyes left mine and fluttered down to the tent my dick was making in my towel. Embarrassed, I stepped back and adjusted myself as best I could. She kept staring, her face blank.

“Study long, you study wrong.”

“Huh?”

“Quit staring at my dick, Malika.”

She finally looked up. “But I thought you said—”

“I told you I like to kiss. I can’t control my body’s reaction to it. It don’t mean shit. I’m good.”

If she knew I was lying, she didn’t let on. I knew, though, and a few minutes later, I was in my bathroom beating off, trying to ward off the blue balls I knew were coming.

It didn’t quench my thirst, though.

I wantedher.

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