Page 182 of Now and Forever

Without hesitation, I continued, exhilarated to be causing him some form of anguish as I began to lick my thumb before bringing it to my breast and rubbing it against my pebbled rose bud.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered as I caught him sliding his hand inside his robe and beginning to stroke himself.

“I’ll stop if you keep doing that,” I reprimanded him, unwilling to compromise.

His reaction was priceless. “That’s harsh. Evil, even.”

Oh, yeah, I got him good, really good.

He sounded so wounded it was almost laughable.

“Don’t distract yourself. I want you to remember this when you jackoff in the shower later.”

“Chloe,” he hissed in pure hell as he watched me slip a finger between my legs while I threw him a cat-like smile.

“Is this pussy tight enough for you, Drew?” My eyes were half-closed as I catered to my arousal, imagining his fat cock sliding in and out of me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” he bellowed. “Let me touch you. God, I’ll do anything you want, just let me in.”

Biting my bottom lip, I halted my ministrations then strolled over to him. “Taste me,” I softly commanded, parting his lips with my middle finger.

His tongue greedily licked up all of my essence as his protruding cock brushed against my belly.

Raising a brow at him, I pushed him back until the backs of his knees hit the bed, tipping him over on the mattress.

“Place your hands behind your head.”

He looked dubious. “I don’t like not being in control.”

“Too bad. You’ll just have to take your chances with me tonight if you want any action. If not, I could go to my room and wouldn’t have any trouble sleeping, while you, on the other hand, won’t be able to until you fix this big, fat problem of yours.”

“Are you going to help me?” He roamed my body with his eyes, in dire need of release.

“Maybe,” I contemplated. “If you behave … maybe I just will.”

“Fine. All right. You can do whatever you want with me.” He held up his hands in surrender before doing what I directed by entwining his hands behind his head.

While he did so, his robe inevitably unfurled, displaying his honed physique and a massive boner, appearing proud and intimidating.

Joining him on the mattress, I didn’t waste time. I devoured his cock— well, as much as I could manage before abandoning it to explore his chest, kissing my way around it. Then I slightly tugged on his nipple, repaying the kind gesture he had granted me.

He sounded as though he was about to lose it any second now, and I was proud of him for not rolling me over, pinning me on my back, and having his way with me.

As each second passed, it became more difficult to contain myself, but I wanted to stick to our deal that we wouldn’t have sex.

“Will you kiss me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he grunted out before pulling me toward him.

The moment my lips connected with his, I began to straddle him without penetration. My clit sat against his cock, and it wasn’t long until I began rocking my hips, grounding hard as the sensation took over me.

“Don’t stop. Squeeze my balls, baby,” he begged as he cupped my breasts.

Out of my mind, I massaged his sac as my hips rolled with fervid purpose against his hardened length. As I threw my head back, he found a nipple to nip and gently torture with his teeth. We came a minute apart, and I had never felt so drained in my life. I pretty much collapsed against him.

Multiple orgasms could do that.

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