“My pleasure is your pleasure,” I say. “Your favorite thing to do is make me come, and don’t you dare act like that’s not true.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re pushing me to put something in your smart-ass little mouth to shut you up.”
“If you’re referring to your dick, I am shaking in my boots,” I say with an eye roll, and then he’s up my body, straddling my shoulders and holding his dick over my lips.
“Look how fucking good my dick looks covered in you. It never looks fucking better.” I drop my gaze, seeing how shiny it is after being inside me, and I lick my lips, wanting it in my mouth as badly as he does.
“Lick the tip.”
I run my tongue over my bottom lip sexily. “Make me.” I raise an eyebrow at him, and I watch as he lets out an angry breath through his nose.
“Suck my dick, Halle Grace. I am not fucking kidding.”
“No.”
“Excuse me? Who are you talking to?”
“I don’t see anyone else’s dick in my face,” I quip.
“And you never fucking will. Now open your mouth.”
“Or what?” I narrow my eyes at him playfully, loving this game we play. That’s the thing about consistently sleeping with the person you gave your virginity to for a whole nine years. You try anything and everything. You trust each other wholeheartedly, and even when you think you may have gone too far, it's fun, exciting, and tantalizing.
“Or I’ll use my hand to get myself off all over your pussy instead of inside it.”
“You wouldn’t. You use your hand all of the time thinking about me. The last thing you want is to do that now when my cunt is wet and aching for you.”
The growl that leaves him is so sexy and animalistic that it makes my clit throb. “You think you’re so fucking smart.”
“When it comes to you? Yes. A genius, as a matter of fact.” He doesn’t say anything at first, and I smile at having bested him for now, at least. So I open my mouth, having wanted his dick this entire time but loving our sexy back-and-forth.
“That’s right. That’s my good fucking girl,” he says through gritted teeth. I let him force himself as far as he can go, almost down my throat, until I choke slightly. “Through your nose, angel,” he says, and I listen, not being able to breathe through my mouth while he fucks it. “You look so fucking pretty between my legs, looking up at me with your mouth full of my dick.” He pushes his hands into my hair and pulls tightly, which has a direct line to my clit.
“You okay?” he asks, and I blink my eyes twice, my sign for yes, as he continues to fuck my mouth. “You’re so goddamn pretty, Saint.”
Even though I don’t have anything to compare it to, I know his dick is on the larger side, but years of wrapping my lips around him have made me a pro at sucking him off and being able to breathe properly while I do it. “Fuck. You’ve got me there already. I didn’t want to come yet, but I can’t stop myself with you.” His eyes slam shut, and his words come out choppy and grunting. “I’m going to come in your mouth, but don’t fucking swallow it yet.”
I know what that means, and goose bumps pop up all over my body thinking about what he’s planning to do with his cum before I swallow. He begins to pulse in my mouth, and when I look up, I meet his gaze for a moment before those piercing blue eyes slam shut just as he begins to pump ropes of cum into my mouth. He groans out my name, pulling out during his orgasm, and squirts the last bit of his climax all over my chest.
I open my mouth and sit up to stop his cum from sliding down my throat, and he immediately swipes his thumb across my tongue, collecting some of it before I swallow the rest. Then, with his eyes locked on mine, he spreads my sex and rubs his thumb through my wet slit.
I whimper when he ghosts over my clit, and then he’s back down my body, pushing his dick back inside me. One hand finds my breast, pinching my hard nipple before he rubs his orgasm into the skin, marking me, owning me. “I am not just obsessed with you, Saint,” he says as he moves one of my legs back over his shoulder. “I am fucking consumed by you.”
He pushes harder into me, giving me his all like he’s worried this will be the last time we ever do this. He spins his hips in a circle, stimulating my clit when he rubs his pelvis against it, and I cry out. “Oh my God, yes, Sebastian!” I moan, forcing my heels harder into his back, and I hear his groan in response just as my orgasm starts in my toes.
“Fucking love when you say my name.” He slams his hand against my headboard as he begins to fuck me almost frantically. He moves my leg so they’re both wrapped around his waist, and he presses his forehead to rest against mine. His eyes are intense and so sexy when he speaks. “Because I know that means you're close. Come for me, baby, fuckingplease,” he begs low in my ear before his tongue drags over my tattoo.
“I’m so close,fuck.” My voice sounds breathy and like pure sex even in my own ears, and I know Wild is hanging on by a thread after using what he calls mysex voice.
“Come on, you can do it, baby,” he grits in my ear, and it reminds me of all the times he talked me through this when we were younger. All those times when we were both learning what we liked and what we needed to have an orgasm, and fuck if it doesn’t inch me closer to the edge.
“Oh God, yes, that feels good.” I moan as I grip his hair and guide his mouth to mine. Just when his tongue glides across mine, my climax rips through me, and I let out a moan as I begin to shake beneath him. I’m vaguely aware of him still praising me and begging me to coat his cock with my cum. My eyes are closed, but tears form behind my lids, and just as one escapes and slides down my face, his lips are on my cheek, kissing it away.
“That’s my girl. Fucking love making you come,” he whispers.
“Wild, I’m still going.” I moan, feeling my first orgasm roll into a second with the way he’s keeping the pressure on my clit.
“Fuck yes, give me another,” he tells me as he continues to rut into me. “Love you so fucking much,” he says between thrusts before he drops his face into my neck and rubs his lips along my pulse point. I can hear him breathing me in before he lets out the sexiest noise that sounds like a cross between a whimper and a groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck,” he moans.
