Her lip droops into a pout. “You’re fucking adorable, you know that?”
“I don’t want to be adorable,” I protest with a grin.
“Too late.”
“So, respecting your boundaries and wanting your consent before we try new things in the bedroom is adorable instead of…”
Her finger presses over my lips, silencing me. “Let me rephrase that, you have adorable tendencies. Respectful ones.” She has no idea the hope that is giving me. I want her to get used to me. In the same way that I want her to realize that she deserves to be treated with respect, and nothing less. “Ones that I’m not used to, but you and this body and this pretty face of yours are not adorable.”
I tilt my chin up, hoping for a kiss, and she reads my body language, pressing her lips against mine.
“What am I then if I’m not adorable?”
“Fuckable,” she says between kisses. “Fine.”Kiss.“As.”Kiss.“Fuck.”
The next kiss is deeper, longer, more passionate. Our mouths devour each other. Our tongues lost in a war we’re both helpless to win or fight.
If it wasn’t for her pulling back, clearly with more to say, I wouldn’t stop for air. With her on my lips, who needs it?
“For the duration of our agreement, you have my consent. My pussy is yours. Fuck it, lick it, have your goddamn way with it. You don’t have to ask. You don’t always have to be such a good boy.”
My heart stalls for a second, rendering me speechless.
And Sarina being Sarina picks up on it immediately.
“Ooh,” she coos. “Did you like that?” Her hand is busy under the covers, caressing my skin with teasing strokes until she lands on my dick. The smoothness of her palm, mixed with the tight squeeze she gives, causes my pulse to quicken into a flutter.
“Mhm,” I pant as her hand glides up and down my shaft at the perfect tempo.
Picking up the pace, her wrist twists slightly and her thumb drops to occupy the vein protruding through, rubbing it.
“Do you like beingmygood boy?”
Air fills my throat, turning my voice gruff.
I don’t understand what’s happening to me.
I’ve never had someone call me a good boy, let alone did I think I’d like it. But here I am loving it. Wanting her to say it on repeat while she works her magic on me.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yesssss.”
She hums in approval as she lifts the blanket, tossing it onto the floor and giving me the perfect view of her naked body settling on her knees between my legs.
Teasing me, she presses a kiss at the base of my shaft. As if her plump lips aren’t enough to send me into a frenzy, it’s the eye contact she keeps while her tongue dances on my shaft that feels like it’s going to do me in.
Mesmerized, I keep my gaze glued to hers as she alternates between soft kisses and flicks of her tongue as she makes her way to my tip to lick up the pre-cum dripping from it.
She releases a moan as she swallows, and the vibration it causes while she hovers over my piercing, her tongue playing with it, has me doing another thing I haven’t done in the bedroom.Beg.
First, it’s done in silence while I find space on my dick for my hand, just enough that I can push it toward her. No surprise there. The stubborn tease blows a small gust of air on my tipbefore she pulls back. The space creates an ache within me that feels unbearable.
My intense need for her to put me in her mouth has now graduated from my subtle attempt to verbally letting my desires be known.
“Please, I don’t know how much more I can take of this.”
A soft giggle erupts from her, and with the proximity her mouth has to my length, it sends a twist of heat to my core.
“I don’t know how you’re going to handle it once I bring this big, veiny dick of yours to the back of my throat and let you fuck my mouth.”
