His large hands press against my thighs, widening them and in turn stretching me. My chin falls to my chest, my fingers digging into the duvet as I watch him. With each teasing, electrifying, out of this world stroke, he brings me closer to exploding.
“Royce.” His name comes out in a moan.
“Fuck, do you know what your moans do to me?” he groans “Let me record you, have your moans at my disposal whenever I want them.”
My skin flames and his tongue is like a feather against my clit.
“Can I?” he asks, lifting his face and my arousal glistens on his lips.
I nod.
“It’ll make great book content.” He winks and pushes from the bed. “Play with yourself, keep that pussy nice and wet,” he mutters.
I find myself doing exactly as he says. I let my fingers dance down my body and dip between my spread legs before they land on my clit, rubbing in small, soft circles. A pang of pleasure ripples through me, a shiver starting at my toes and I try and ignore it as I watch him walk around with his hard cock on show.
No one should look this good. But he does. And for now, he is all mine.
He unlocks his phone, opens the recording app, and places it on the duvet. He has a new hunger in his eyes as he watches me.
“Such a good girl, look at your pretty pussy… You’re so fucking wet, Lucky,” he groans.
His toned arms reach across the bed as he curls his fingers around my ankles and drags me towards the edge. He flicks his gaze to me, before snatching my hand away and growling“mine.”His tongue glides through my pussy lips, my legs widening as he edges two fingers inside of me. I’m propped back on my elbows. His greedy mouth is on me, sucking my clit and my head falls back.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, my heart racing in my chest.
He smirks. Tilting his head slightly, his tongue buries deeper, rubbing where I need him.
“Come for me, Athena. Let it go,” he growls, his hand pressing against my lower stomach.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my eyes rolling as a delicious ache buries itself inside of me. My pussy throbs, my orgasm building, and I know the elastic band that is being stretched is about to snap any second.
“Give.” He thrusts his finger. “It.” He slides them out and teasing just inside of me. “To.” He pushes them deep, his hand dragging from my lower stomach and resting near my thigh, his thumb pulling my pussy wider. “Me.” His tongue melts against my clit, his fingers curling and rub my G-spot.
“Royce, oh my God,” I cry, my hand moving to his hair, clutching a handful as I hold him against me, his tongue burying deeper.
My moans fill the room as I come, my legs trembling and it doesn’t matter how much I try to stop them, I can’t. My whole body is blanketed in a cold sweat, my chest is rising and falling. I feel like he has shattered me into a million pieces and I lie there waiting for him to fix me right back up again.
He lifts his head, a wide grin on his face before he presses stop on the phone. “I’m going to get the sound waves of your moan tattooed on me.”
I blink at him, still in my post orgasmic haze. “No, you’re not.” I laugh, but that laughter soon drops off when he just stares at me.
“Why would I lie?” He tilts his head to the side, pushing the phone off the bed. It hits the floor with a loud thud.
“Did you not want that anymore?” I say playfully.
“Nope,” he breathes, nudging his leg between mine “I’ve seen something else I am more interested in.”
His body is laid over mine, skin on skin and again, it feels… intimate.Perfect.
His fingers brush the hair from my clammy forehead, his eyes burning into mine like he wants to say something but stops himself. Instead, he kisses me just as his large hand cups around my knee, pushing it up and towards my chest.
He breaks his kiss for just a moment; his ice blues lock on mine. “I fear this isn’t fake anymore,” he whispers.
“You said earlier it wasn’t fake.” My words tremble.
“I still thought there might be a chance.” He rolls his hips slightly, briefly looking between our bodies as he lines himself up. “The way I am feeling now… I’m yours.” He moves, the thick head of his cock crowning at my opening.
My jaw falls and I literally feel like the air is being knocked out of my chest. Rearing back slightly, he pushes onto his knees, his hand still holding my leg in place, widening me. The tip of his cock is still stretching me.
