Page 133 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

He’s also the one thing I’ve relied on these last handful of weeks to

help me through this adjustment period, and the idea of him leaving

just hurts. It’s unfair for me to feel that way, but I can’t help it.

I like Percy, and I like the idea of him liking me back.

Maybe one day those likes can blossom into something bigger.

Something better.

“What are you—” I start, knowing he was just going to get undressed,

but instead he’s taking his time somehow. Before I can even get

through the sentence, it’s answered for me.

His tongue sweeps up my clit and lands around my belly button. The

wet sensation of his lips mauling my body and sides is too much for

me to handle, and I rip my shirt off over my head to make the access

even better for him. He groans in pleasure with that move, his fingers

coming to my nipples while his mouth heads south.

I try to track it all at once, but I can barely keep my head on straight.

He pinches my erect nipples in both hands, and it sends waves of

abrupt delight down to my milky core. His tongue takes it from there,

licking my pussy endlessly. His teeth aren’t lost in the situation

either, sucking my clit against the helm of his front teeth and

applying a pressure I didn’t know was possible.

My thighs nearly pinch his face on either side, and he grumbles about

the pressure for a few minutes before finally releasing my nipples. He

spreads my legs out, the pain of this wonton position a little dizzying

for me at first. But all pain flows into the stream with pleasure, and it

works so well together in the end.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his fingers coming to my pussy where two,

maybe three, begin to thread inside of me. They have the perfect

position too, his fingertips flicking inside of me just right to where he

hits my G-spot over and over again. “Damn, you’re getting wet.”

“Going to… to come!”

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