Her pussy walls grip my fingers, just like they gripped my cock. My balls tighten, a fresh load of cum boiling just for her.
I need to be inside her, every second of every fucking day—but not yet. Not until she admits every sordid desire she’s hiding from me. “Do you want to fuck the professor?”
She stiffens in my arms.
I press a thumb to her clit and circle, refusing to let her ignore the desire building in her. “Tell me.”
I drag my fingers out and push them back in. Her juices drip all over my hand, and a steady stream of precum leaks from my cock.
“Olly, I…” She bucks against my hand.
I pull my fingers away, leaving her on edge, denying her until she confesses. “Does it turn you on, having my fingers in your pussy with another man’s cum on your tongue?”
She loves it when I talk dirty, her pupils always dilating as she tries not to grind on something while I describe the hole I fucked for her.
They were all for her.
But not anymore.
I only want Lacey and whatever fantasies she wants to share.
“Please,” she begs, rocking against my fingertips, her nails clawing at my shoulders. “Please.”
I push the tip of one finger inside, teasing her. “Tell me first. Do you want the professor?”
She squeezes her eyes shut.
“Don’t you fucking hide from me. Any part of you.” I press my forehead to hers. “You are not going to lose me. Trust me. Trust us.”
Her eyes open, dark with lust. “Yes, I want the professor. But I want you more.”
The memory of her lust-stained eyes when I recounted being with two other people at once makes my balls tighten in desire and my heart clench with hope. “You can have us both.”
Her lips part in surprise, and my heart thumps with purpose. “You can have anyone you want… Just let me be there, please.”
“Yes.” She grips my shirt in her fist and slams her mouth onto mine.
This kiss is raw and decadent and almost brings me to my knees.
We’re a frenzy of lips and tongues, arms and hands, pushing and pulling, trying to get as close as possible.
My fingers thrust inside of her again and again, needing her to come apart, wanting to show my Lovely Lacey how perfect we are together. She needs to know how thankful I am that she trusts me enough to give in to her fantasies and desires and become the woman hiding behind her blush.
A door opens in the distance, and I’m all too aware that we’re in the hallway of my apartment building; anyone can walk past and see.
I start to pull away, but she shakes her head.
“Let’s go inside,” I whisper against her mouth.
She shakes her head again and loops one thigh around my hip, opening herself up wider to me and holding me in place.
She grips my arm, grinding onto my hand in wanton, needy pulses. I catch her moan on my tongue as she convulses, her entire body shuddering against mine as her sweet cream coats my hand in thick, sticky globs.
I groan into her neck, my balls aching and demanding their turn, but pride and awe overcome every other sensation. My Lovely Lacey is finally taking what she wants.
The need to take her right now, to fuck her against the wall for everyone to see, roars inside me.
But I want to take my time and explore every inch of her body with my tongue, memorize every curve with my fingers… and give her exactly what she wants.
