Page 96 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

stomach caving while his fingers deepen into my pussy.

“Ah!”

“You taste so fucking sweet…”

I ignore his comment, too preoccupied with how wonderful this feels.

But I want Percy to feel wonderful too!

I sit up at once, my hands raking through his scalp while his tongue

is buried against my clit, pushing the perfect pressure down on my

sensitive button again and again. It’s not intended, but his fingers

flick sideways inside of me, bringing down every safeguard I had in

place to hold off having an orgasm so quickly.

He muffles a smiling chortle into my clit, the feeling vibrating me

further while my legs pinch instinctively inward. I end up pinning

him in place, the warm relief rushing through me and landing on his

tongue expectantly. I bury myself in the delight of it all, consumed

with pleasure.

“Percy,” I mutter, my hands stroking my sides as though to display

my breasts for him better.

He takes the bait, licking his lips while he comes back up to taunt my

erect nipples with his tongue. His fingers stay put, threading through

me back and forth until I give up trying to garner control in this

moment.

I lean into his warm chest, the cold weather outside slowly leaking

into the shop, but it doesn’t touch us. We’re like fire on warm,

charred logs, unwilling to break in the wind and cold fall time that

sweeps through Rally. It’s almost as though we’re in another world,

left behind to be together and forgotten about.

The island of misfit exes, scorned and horny for one another.

He finally frees his fingers from my sex, replacing it with the tip of

his cock where my body flushes warm with reality.

“Wait, wait,” I pant, my hand pressed into the center of his bare

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