Page 68 of Grin and Bear It

My pussy twitched around his fingers, preparing for what was to come. I sucked each thrust deep, right up until he yanked them free. That sudden emptiness, I hated that, but then he filled me with his tongue. Wiggling, wonderfully mobile, yet too soft, and reminding me of how much better it would be if something harder replaced it. His jaw worked around my entrance as he strove to thrust deeper, the hard rasp of his chin setting my nerves alight. But it was his low guttural groan as my pussy began to twitch around him, his hand slapping down on my clit, his thumb rubbing it furiously, that pushed me towards the edge.

And then off again.

Derek used to say he liked eating women out. It was part of what’d had me going home with him the first night we’d met, that lascivious recitation of the pleasures of going down on a girl. But he had nothing on Cole. The man with me now seemed intent on devouring my pleasure, sucking up every drop as my whole body tensed. And then here it came again.

It was like waking up late on a Sunday morning, the morning sun coming through the windows to bathe you in its warmth, leaving you feeling loose, lazy and blissed out. But there was something sharper, harder about this, something approaching the bittersweet ache of heartbreak, but not quite. Because Cole wouldn’t pull away, not for a second, his tongue already working to prolong my pleasure as long as it could, before wanting to go back for more.

“Cole…” I clumsily tried to push him away, my whole body having turned from solid to liquid. “Cole…”

He pulled away, glasses fogged up, chin slick with me, before he tossed his specs aside and stared into my eyes.

“More.”

“Cole, I can’t.” I shifted slightly, feeling stuck to the bed. “I’m done. I am so fucking done.”

“Not yet,” he insisted but I just smiled and waved him away. “Let me rub my cock on your clit, see if I can’t get you off another time, then I’ll cover you with my cum.”

I shook my head, feeling too damn lazy for any of that, my eyelids heavy, but while I couldn’t give him what he wanted overall, I could do something else. I rolled up, breaking his rules by sliding my hands down those taut abs, and then pushed his jeans down as far as they’d go in this position. His fly was still open, so it didn’t take much to pull his cock out and give it a stroke.

“Something you need?” I asked, flicking my tongue out and looking into his eyes before dropping down to lick his crown.

“You have no fucking idea.”

He let me bob my head a few times, only shallow at this weird angle, but then pulled away, pushing me back down flat before moving between my thighs. The slap of his cock against my clit made me jump with surprise, but soon after came a heady rush of pleasure.

Did I want to try for this again? I felt heavy, sated, but then he began to move, just little teasing strokes, his cock rubbing the hood of my clit back and forth until the decision was made.

“Feel that?” he asked, his voice low and deep. “Feel that ache deep inside you?” I did now, the fucking bastard, that sensation of emptiness actually hurting right now. “That’s the part of you that knows.” He shifted then, tracing the ring of my aching entrance with his cock, his pre-cum mixing with my slick. “It knows what it needs, what it’d feel like if I pushed myself inside you.”

My hands slapped down on his hips without thought, because I wasn’t thinking of anything but easing that ache. And I thought he was going to solve this problem too as the head of his cock dipped slightly inside me.

“Yes…” I hissed, bucking my hips up to meet him, but he pulled back.

His hand slapped down on the bed beside my head and he loomed over me then, a dark figure with ice blue eyes.

“You want me.”

“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, please, master, daddy, whatever fucking kink you’re rocking. Please put your very lovely, big thick cock inside me.”

“No.”

“What the fuck…?” I started to scrabble away, but he pinned me to the spot. “I was done and then you got me riled up again.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

I wanted to slap that self-congratulatory smile right off his face, but then my eyes narrowed.

“I’m a modern woman. I don’t need you to get off.” I reached over and opened my bedside drawer, slapping around to try and find Mr Buzzy. “I can do it all by myself.”

“This what you’re after?” he said, pulling out the bright purple dong, then tapping the controls on. “It’s not big enough, but it’ll help open you up for the moment when you decide to let me in.”

“I am letting you—”

“All the way in.” He moved then, rubbing the head of the vibrator against my cunt, getting it slick before easing it in. “When I’m inside you, you’ll want me, need me, all of me and you’ll be clawing at my back, making sure I don’t get away, marking me like I’ll mark you.”

I jumped when I felt the buzzing ratchet up a notch, but that’s where he left the sex toy, wrapping his hand around his cock.

“We could do something like this with my guys,” he told me, right as his hips began to rock back and forth. The head of his cock rubbed persistently on my clit, stopping all words, only animalistic grunts coming from me. “One of us could be buried deep inside your hot little pussy, baculum tugging on your G-spot and the other one rubbing on your clit, waiting his turn.” He stared down into my eyes. “I think you’d like that. Every man falling all over himself to please you.”

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