Page 77 of If You Dare

“I can’t wait to feel you come on my tongue.”

At his words, I can’t take anymore. The pleasure mounting to an inevitable crest—

My thighs clench around his head as pleasure barrels through me and stars burst across my vision.

I cry out and collapse, no longer able to brace myself on the wall, and moan as Wes continues sucking on my clit and thrusting his finger inside me through the waves of pleasure.

He doesn’t stop even as the overwhelming sensitivity in my throbbing clit threatens to cleave my brain in two. Even as I try to pull away, his arms keep my thighs pinned in place around his head, preventing me from escaping the pleasure.

When I finally start to come down from the orgasm, heartbeat echoing in my ears, Wes guides me back down his body. The slick evidence of my orgasm glistens on his neck.

A hand flies to my mouth. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

He laughs. “Sorry? A girl’s never been so wet for me, she drips down my neck before. That’s the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.” He sits up and reaches for the hem of his shirt. “Should probably take my clothes off before you soak them next, though.”

My face warms, but I grin knowing he likes it.

He pushes me off him to slide his jeans and boxers down, then pulls me back on top of him. He wipes at the juices on his neck before stroking his cock, lubricating it before nudging at my entrance.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?”

“You’re about to.”

I grin, but it quickly falls away when his tip slides inside me. A slight burn from the stretch.

Wes tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You want this.” Like he doesn’t have to ask—he already knows how much my pussy aches for him to be inside me.

I nod quickly.

“Say it,” he commands.

“I want this.”

“Want what?”

“I want you.”

He grins. “What do you want me to do to you?”

I mirror the grin back to him. “I want you to fuck me, Wes.”

That’s all he needs to hear. He pulls me down onto his cock slowly, letting me stretch and acclimate to him. He rubs my clit as he works his cock in, the sting and burn from the stretch making me grind my teeth. Until a new kind of pleasure fills me. We’re both breathing heavily now.

“Do you like my cock inside you?” he pants.

My hands are on his abdomen, luxuriating in the incredible six-pack beneath my palms. “Yes. I love it.”

His thumb on my clit rubs harder. “I want to watch you ride me.”

I oblige him. Resting my hands on his chest, I slowly drag my hips up and down, feeling the stretch of his cock filling me with every movement.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Take every inch.”

Pride fills me up, making me move faster, the squelch of our joining filling my ears. He tips his head back and groans. I want to hear that sound from him every day. Want to be the reason for it.

When I glance down at where our bodies connect, I realize there are still a few inches that I haven’t gotten inside me. How is that possible? I already feel completely filled up. “I don’t think I can take every inch,” I gasp.

He chuckles. “Not yet. But you will.”

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