“I need to taste you. I’ve waited so long to taste you,” he rasps. He grabs my ankle and trails kisses up my leg. Closer and closer to my center. “Jessie, look at me.”
My eyes meet his.
“If you want me to stop, say so, and I will. Do you understand?”
“Y–yes.”
“Good girl.”
Oh my fuck.I was wet before, but after those two words, I’msoaked.
He resumes kissing, gently working his way up my leg before planting a soft kiss on my clit. I suck in a breath, and he chuckles.
Bastard.
“Trey, please,” I whimper.
His tongue swipes out, running a quick circle around my clit. “Say that again.”
“Trey, please.” I grip the sheets, moaning when his tongue runs up my slit to circle my clit again.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
I rock my hips into him, breaking his self-control, and hedevoursme. He licks and sucks, humming with pleasure, creating a vibration which only increases mine. He brings me to the edge before slowing and edging me. His hands wander up my ribs to trace my breasts before working me toward the edge again. I’ve never felt this turned on—this worshiped. Trey’s hands spread my thighs farther apart as his tongue dips into me.
“Yes, yes,” I writhe beneath him. I arch my back, begging with my body.
His tongue fucks me as one hand reaches up and rolls my nipple between his fingers. I come undone. Noises I didn’t even know I could make leave me as I see stars and comehard.
The devilish smile on his face when he lifts his head makes me want to smack him before I shove his face back down there for more.
He kisses me, my taste still lingering on him. “Better than I ever dreamed,” he whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth.
I reach down and grip his hard length, my touch causing a moan to rumble up his throat. His hips jerk, brushing the tip of his dick over my clit and my soaked pussy. He quickly grabs a condom and rolls it on.
“Um,” I hesitate. “It’s been a while for me . . .” I am a small-sized person; this is not a small-person-sized dick. But I’m not about to tell him that. That is the last thing his ego needs.
Trey kisses below my ear. “I’ll go slow. You’re ready for me—I made sure of it.” He runs one finger through my throbbing center. He moves his hips again, pumping into my hand along his length before he takes my wrist. He guides himself to my entrance and presses in gently. I let go, digging my nails into his hips, gasping at the stretch.
“Fuck. You’re so tight. Just relax, baby. Breathe.” He palms one breast, leans down, and sucks.
I melt into him, my body reacting to the pure ecstasy coursing through it.
“There you go,” he praises, pushing in another inch.
I kiss him, and he pulls out slightly before slowly sinking back in. He repeats this, each thrust going deeper, stretching me more. Finally, I bite his lip and lift my hips, taking him deeper. “Fuck me, Trey.”
His control snaps—exactly like I wanted—and he thrusts all the way in.
I cry out at the fullness. The slight pain only makes the pleasure greater.
He stills, letting me adjust to him a final time before he moves again. Slowly, not daring to rush, he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“You like that? The way your tight cunt grips my cock? You’re soaked for me.”
“Don’t stop. I want to come on you.”
He leans back, hovering over me, his tousled hair, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The intoxicating desire in his eyes is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
