Page 116 of Tattletale

He blows out a sharp breath. “Good girl. That’s what I like.” He runs one hand up the center of my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress up as he proceeds to find my wet and ready-for-him center. Gently, he cups my heels, one by one, and secures them against the counter so I’m spread open for him. “Wider,” he says. Obediently, I let my knees relax to the side.

Lance pushes the cupcake against my clit, and I groan at the foreign sensation. He sinks to his knees and circles my lips so gently it’s infuriating. He’s not eating the frosting, just spreading it around. I hate it, but I love it.

Just a taste, just a tease, and it keeps me absolutely obsessed.

“Beg me, baby.”

“Please.”

“Please what?” he coos, before blowing against my clit. I arch my back as I whimper. I need his tongue more than my next breath.

“Finish your dessert. I want you so bad.”

“How bad?” He playfully dips his tongue inside me for a flash of a moment.

Tired of his games, I weave my hand in his hair, clench my fist, and yank him closer so his mouth is buried in the sweet, vanilla mess he made.

I grind against his tongue, taking what I need. Reaching up, he holds my hips, reading my body. Licking, lapping, sucking, biting—he lights me up in a medley of sensations. The delicious tingle brews between my hip bones. I try to relax and stave off my orgasm. I want to stay in the blissful pleasure as long as I can. But he’s too good.Way too fucking good.The moment I rest one heel against his shoulder and clench my toes, he plunges two fingers inside of me, forcing me to come on his hand.

“That’s it, C. Grind on my fingers, baby. Take what’s yours.”

At this point, I’m not even in control of my hips. My body has abandoned me, now on its own agenda. I push Lance away with the sole of my foot so I have room to hop off the counter and turn around.

I bend over, rest my elbows on the counter, and spread my legs, showing him exactly how I want it.

His belt buckle clanks, and then there’s a quickwooshas he slides his belt out. He runs his hands over my half-exposed ass. “What are our rules, C? Don’t shut me out. I want your eyes.”

I turn around to face him. “If you love me, then you can fuck me however you want. With you, if my eyes are closed, it’s not because I’m escaping from you, it’s because I’m getting lost in you.”

He pushes my dress up so it’s bunched up like a headband hanging around my waist. “How do you want it?” he rasps.

“Hard. Fuck me like you want me to remember this forever.”

He runs the smooth crown of his cock up and down my center until he’s coated in my wetness. He teases me for so long, I’m rolling my hips rhythmically, enjoying the comfort of his tip massaging my clit. I could come like this.Again.I want another,and I’m so close.But right when I’m lulled into the comfort of another clitoral release, Lance plunges into me, hard.

He grunts each time he thrusts. I have to brace myself with my hip bones pressed against the hard ledge to keep myself in place.

“Harder?” he asks.

“Yes, harder… I want all of you. All the time.”

“Fuck,C. You have me. All of me.” He moans as he fucks me harder. “I wish you could see how fucking perfect this looks. You were made for me. I love you.”

I mewl in pleasure, biting my lip as he nudges against that electric spot. He wraps his hand around my hair, collecting it into a ponytail. Ever so gently, he tugs. If he wasn’t so worried about my head injury, he’d probably yank me backward and wrap his hand around my throat.

He bends over me, his dampening shirt touching my back. “What’d I say, baby?”

“You love me.”

“What are the rules? Say it back.”

“I love you too, Lance.”

He bucks his hips harder, a frenzy taking over him. “Good girl. And what’s the other rule, hm?” he pants out as he slaps into me, his heavy balls smacking my clit, making the sensation that much more tantalizing.Oh, it’s building.Like a tornado between my thighs, my orgasm is inescapable. I want to hold on a bit longer and stay lost in this moment, but Lance guides me right over the edge.

A powerful orgasm rips through me again. The spine-shattering, thigh-melting, breath-stealing kind of orgasm that leaves me speechless and shivering. Immediately, I want to rest. I could fall into a soft bed and let the rest of the world drift away with Lance still nestled inside me. But I hear a warning groan, as he slows his thrusts.

“Baby, I’m close, I need to—”

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