I pull back, letting him slide wet and slick from my lips, then dive back in, sucking hard, my tongue working the sensitive spot just beneath the head. His thighs tremble, his grip on me turning desperate.
“Just like that,” he moans. “Oh, shit?—”
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse, his cock jerking against my tongue.
"You want me to come all over those pretty red lips?" he grits out, his voice dark.
I look up at him through my lashes, my lips stretched around him, and nod.
That’s all it takes.
His orgasm hits hard, his cock pulsing as he spills hot and bitter down my throat. I swallow every drop until he’s shuddering, his fingers finally relaxing in my hair.
But I’m not done.
I lick him clean, slow and filthy, before crawling back up his body to kiss him, letting him taste himself on my tongue.
"Fuck," he breathes against my mouth, his hands already roaming, already greedy. "You’re gonna wreck me, butter knife girl."
“I think I just did.”
“I’m not done with you, yet,” he says, pulling me closer.
His hands slide up my thighs, his fingers brush against the soaked edge of my panties. He teases me, tracing over my clit through the fabric with his thumb, and I whimper, grinding against him, desperate for more.
“Fuck,” he growls, his voice gravelly. “You’re already soaked through your panties.”
He’s everywhere now, consuming me, and I’m fucking drowning in him. His lips move to my neck, sucking, biting, leaving marks that screammineto anyone who sees them. I’m arching into him, my tits pressed against him, my nipples hard and aching for his touch. My hands fumble with my shirt, pulling it up, and his lips brush my stomach, leaving a trail of fire blazing in its path.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says before kissing my nipples, sucking and biting until I’m whimpering.
"I want you," I manage to choke out, my voice breaking.
“Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll never let you go.”
He takes me by surprise, shifting us until we’re on our sides, still face to face, but somehow even closer. He pullsone leg up higher on his hip. His arm locks around me, holding me tight against him, like he can’t stand even an inch of space between us. The heat in his eyes and the closeness is so raw, so consuming, I think my heart might burst.
And that’s when it hits me—this isn’t about to be some reckless hookup. It’s something deeper.
He kisses my forehead as his fingers press against the damp fabric of my panties, and I gasp, arching into him. He doesn’t wait—he pulls the lace to the side, exposing my swollen, aching pussy to him.
His fingers tease and torture me before he plunges two fingers deep inside me, curling them just right to make me cry out.
“Every second I’m not inside you feels like torture.”
I feel the pressure, but it's not enough. My pulse trips over itself, my thighs spread wider.
"Fuck.” I gasp, my voice trembling with need. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He fishes out a condom from his pocket, and I stop his hand. “No. I wanna feel all of you. I’m on birth control and I’m clean. I got tested after Harrison cheated on me… are you?”
He nods and tucks the condom back into his pocket. His cock is still hard, thick, and fucking mind-blowing. He lines himself up with my entrance, the swollen head pressing against me, teasing, taunting. I’m panting now, begging for more. He slides in slowly, inch by torturous inch, stretching me, waiting for me to adjust to him.
“You take it so fucking well, like you were made for me,” he says, and I feel every ridge, every pulse of his cock as it sinks deeper.
"Oh, god yes," I manage to moan out, my voice breaking.
He stills for a moment, then presses tender kisses along my jaw. “Tell me you’re mine.”
