Page 68 of My Ex's Best Friend

My legs shake, and I curl further into him.

He puts my legs on his shoulder while he continues to lick and suck on my clit. His wicked fingers work in tandem, driving me to the very edge of pleasure. And when I can almost feel myself begin to unravel, he eases his torment.

I almost black out from sweet torture. I try to sit up to see him better, to seek him closer, but he pushes me down on the bed.

My legs cross around his neck, and I involuntarily squeeze him. But he doesn't stop, and in fact, he speeds up using two of his fingers simultaneously as he continues to eat me out.

My legs squeeze him almost painfully, and I almost lift off of the bed as I try to chase the burst of pleasure that runs down my spine.

"Please," I cry out. "Jake, please."

He murmurs something against my core, and the vibration sets me off further.

When I finally cannot take it anymore, and what feels like hours have passed, he gives me the blissful release of climax.

My legs hook around his head and squeeze hard, trying to chase the thrill of the spiraling pleasure. The more pressure I apply, the better it feels, and my orgasm feels like it lasts forever.

I flop down on the bed, my body turned to mush. My stomach feels like it has been fundamentally rearranged, and my legs still shake.

His eyes have darkened even further, like the storm in the deepest trench of the ocean.

My breathing still hasn't slowed, and I have to put a hand over my heart to calm it down.

But Jake looks like he isn't even close to done.

I look down between us and see his engorged cock throbbing. I gasp.

He takes my hand in his and slowly puts it over his cock, urging me to stroke it.

I sit up slowly to gain better access to his hardness as I begin to stroke up and down its length. The head of his cock is wet with precum, and I use my thumb to rub all over the length.

Jake briefly closes his eyes but opens them to keep his gaze locked on mine.

And then, he reaches over and kisses me. As his mouth opens on mine, I can taste myself. It feels hot and forbidden, but at the same time, I feel a trickle of pleasure down my spine.

His other hand reaches between our bodies and guides me up and down his cock, showing me the rhythm he likes. I follow his cue, feeling his palm wrap around mine as his forehead rests against mine.

His breath shudders as I reach down under and softly cup his balls.

His grip on me is iron-clad, almost painful, and I stop briefly.

"Is that not okay?"

"No, you're perfect," he says, kissing me again while his palm withdraws, leaving me to explore on its own.

He sits back, his legs widening. I take this cue to nudge forward till I'm kind of seated between his legs, my thighs resting on his.

While we're seated face to face, I continue to stroke his cock while he watches me.

His fingers reach toward me, softly stroking my cheeks first before they go upward to grab my hair.

I understand what he wants me to do. I position myself with my knees on the bed, and I slowly lean in with my mouth.

I kiss the tip of his head, watching his reaction.

He shudders and pulls at my hair a little more insistently this time.

I smile to myself. He's not the only person who can be a tease.

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