Page 134 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

He snickers to himself, enjoying my clit with his tongue while the

speed of his fingers shifts, and his wrist turns against the helm of my

pussy. I wince and bite my wrist to keep quiet from the delight.

I ride my first orgasm like a daring maverick of a wave, my heart

falling right into my pelvis and settling in for the long haul. He must

sense the change in my shivering bliss because his fingers stop toying

with my favorite spot long enough to slip out of my pussy.

Looking at the ceiling, I nearly contemplate rolling over and letting

sleep take me already. But it’s still early in the day, and I’m not done

with Percy yet. I may be exhausted physically, but my mind is set in

stone on pleasing this man as he pleases me.

Flipping forward, I land on the bed and roll over onto my back. My

head falls just over the edge of the mattress, and while Percy has

taken to stroking himself at the sight of my naked exposure, I can see

he isn’t quite sure what to do with me like this.

My legs are spread still, but I’m on my back with the sight of him

flipped upside down and tilted, my head leaning on the side of the

bed where he stands, erection in hand.

I open my mouth and cling to the sheets, watching the realization

grace his face.

He looks fucking thrilled.

Taking a daunting step forward, his cock fills my lips and goes in

from there. I hiss at the speed he chooses first, but it doesn’t last. He

slows his hips down, pumping back and forth into my throat at just

the right angle so my teeth don’t drag up his magnificent shaft.

Meanwhile, he’s leaning forward and spreading my legs more, using

one hand to massage my clit in quick circles. I feel more exposed like

this than before, but it’s not something that I mind, per se. I’ve been

vulnerable with Percy more than I have with anyone else in life.

Including Ryan Jones.

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