Page 105 of S is for SEX

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

LUKE

I reached between her legs with my right hand as I fixed my eyes on hers. Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes widened as I slid my middle finger inside. She arched her back slightly and inhaled a shallow breath.

I added another finger.

She closed her eyes and chewed against her bottom lip.

Slowly, I began to slide my finger in and out of her. With each stroke, my fingers became more lubricated. After enough strokes to hear her breathing become slightly labored, I buried my fingers as deep as I could and curled the tips of them upward.

Her eyes opened. “I want that dick.”

“Shhh.” I flipped my hair out of my eyes and grinned. “This is an experiment.”

I curled my fingertips again, teasing her g-spot.

Her eyes fell closed.

I studied her as I continued to torture her. With my eyes remaining fixed on her face, I adjusted myself on the comforter and reached for her nipple with my free hand. She initially pulled away, only to exhale sharply and relax onto the bed beside me.

Twisting her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I continued to work my fingers in and out of her now completely soaked pussy. With every other stroke, I curled the tips of my fingers into the sensitive spot directly above them.

She opened her eyes and raised herself onto her elbows. “I need it. I do.”

I slid my fingers deep and held them in place.

Her back naturally arched. “No more experiments. Fuck me.”

I grinned and shook my head.

“Let me suck your cock,” she begged.

With my fingers buried deep inside of her, I curled them upward, dragging the tips along the inner wall of her tightness. As my fingers pressed against her g-spot she fought to get away, squirming toward the headboard of the bed.

“Fuck my mouth,” she said.

“Hold still.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry. I need your cock. Let me see it.”

I shook my head. She pulled away from me and sat up.

She pressed her hands against my shoulders. “You fucker.”

Playfully, I let her push me onto my back. As I rolled over, my cock stood straight at attention, pointing directly at the ceiling.

“I’m riding that cock,” she said as she climbed on top of me.

Although I hadn’t shared my feelings with Liv, since our confrontation with my mother, my manhood seemed to have a mind of its own. Previously, my mind had to be filled with devious thoughts for me to be erect, and now all I had to do was see Liv.

The thought of a woman riding my cock had never appealed to me, and in fact, it had been tried a few times, all of which had been unsuccessful.

Anxious to see if it would work, I fought back very little.

“If you’re going to ride it, you better ride it.”

Facing me, she grinned and reached between her legs. She slid two of her fingers into herself and lifted her hand between us. “Look, soaked.”

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