Page 158 of He's Not My Type


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“Jesus, you’re going to make me come so hard tonight.” He gently massages my butt with one hand. “Tilt your ass in the air for me, baby,” he says, and I do so, angling up and feeling more exposed than ever.

I feel him sit on his knees behind me while he continues to massage me, relaxing the tension that’s building in my stomach. And then when I’m least expecting it, he inserts the already vibrating vibrator inside my ass.

“Breathe out,” he says as I tense. “Come on, baby, take this for me.”

I let out a deep breath, and he inserts it the rest of the way, hitting me in a place I didn’t even know existed. I grip the comforter tightly as he tilts the vibrator toward my belly button.

“Oh my . . . fuck,” I whisper as my back dips.

“Deep breaths,” he whispers softly as his hands lovingly stroke over my body. He begins by smoothing over my butt, down to the dip in my back, up my spine, and around to my front, where he gently cups my breast. His normal rough relationship with my nipples remains calm, and he carefully rubs them in his fingers, bringing them to a hardened point.

There’s no urgency.

There’s no desire, burning a hole into his meticulous plan.

There’s just him, taking his time and making me feel so good that my legs start to knock together as an intense pleasure builds deep at the base of my spine. A pleasure so different that it’s actually startling.

“One day,” he whispers as he trails his fingertips over my heated skin. “This ass will be mine. My cock will claim it, but we’ll work up to that, baby. Right now, I want you to see how fucking good it feels.”

He’s right . . . this feels . . . incredible. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Tell me you like it,” he says as his hand trails over my shoulder and back to my breasts again.

“I love it,” I say, feeling out of breath.

“Fuck . . . yes,” he says as he lowers his head and starts lapping at my exposed clit.

I immediately clench but then relax as his thumb slips inside me, and he pleasures me on all ends.

“Halsey,” I gasp as he switches his thumb for his fingers. “Oh my God.”

My hips rock against him.

My stomach starts to tense.

And my legs go completely numb.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks.

I nod, my voice completely lost now.

“I want to hear it, Blakely.”

“I’m . . . oh fuck.” I dip my head down, a bolt of lust shooting straight up my spine. “Fuck, Halsey . . . oh fuck,” I cry as my body screams toward the precipice now. His tongue flicking against my clit, the vibrations against the sensitive nerves, spurs me into a tailspin of euphoria. “I’m going to . . . oh fuck!” I yell as my body tips over the edge and I start convulsing under his touch.

The inner walls of my ass constrict around the vibrator, a sensation I’ve never felt before.

The throbbing between my legs is so exponentially intense that I feel a wave of arousal seep down my legs.

And the short laps of his tongue make me buck my hips against his head, seeking out every last part of this delicious, earth-shattering orgasm.

When I finally catch my breath, Halsey removes the vibrator and turns me so I’m on my back. He straddles my stomach, and while holding his painfully large erection, he says, “Squeeze your tits together.”

I don’t even give it a second thought. I bring my boobs together, and he immediately slips his dick between them. He grips the headboard and then starts fucking my cleavage so hard that he almost seems like a blur above me.

“These fucking tits, they’re so goddamn sexy.” He blows out a breath. “Jesus Christ.” I release my breasts and open my mouth, bringing his cock straight to my lips. “Fuck, baby.”

I suck his tip hard as I move my hand under him and start playing with his balls.