Page 143 of Need You To Choose Me

“Blake, wha?—”

I don’t get to finish before he slides my legs over his shoulders and settles between my spread thighs, his tongue dipping into my soaked pussy.

“Holy gods.”

Blake murmurs something unintelligible as he licks me from bottom to top. His stubble scratches me in the most delicious way as his tongue sinks into me. He’s like a starved man, and I’m his dinner.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, the friction sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

“Blake,” I all but plead softly with him.

My hips arc upward.

I needed more.

Not just that, I needed him inside me.

“Not before you come on my tongue, baby.”

I shake my head and let out a groan in protest that soon turns into a loud moan when his lips wrap around my clit and pull it into his mouth, and his fingers sink inside of me.

The second orgasm catches me completely off guard.

Blake continues fucking me with his finger, his tongue swirling over my nub of nerves as my whole body quivers.

His teeth scrape gently over my clit, sending a shudder through me as he pulls back, licking his lips.

I take in his body. The way that powerful, tattooed chest rises and falls with each quick intake of breath. The large bulge that his shorts can barely contain. He leans down, his mouth brushing against mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue. One of his brows raises in question. “Good?”

His chest brushes against my hard nipples, and I can feel my belly tighten.

I should be spent by now, but after these past few weeks of him teasing me with his kisses and touches, I didn’t think anything would satisfy me.

“More.” I curl my leg around his waist, pulling him to me. “I need more.”

Blake doesn’t need to be told twice as he pushes his pants down, his hard cock springing free. My thighs clench around him at the sight of him.

“I’m clean,” he murmurs as he wraps his hand around his length. “There hasn’t been anybody since you.”

I don’t know why, but that revelation lifts the weight I didn’t even realize I’ve been carrying this whole time.

“Me neither.”

His eyes darken as he moves closer.

“Good.”

Blake slides his cock through my wet folds before he sinks into me in one long thrust.

“Holy…”

His mouth captures mine, swallowing my moan as he kisses me.

It was stupid. I was only lying to myself when I thought taking the edge off with my fingers would be enough. Nothing will ever feel as good as Blake. His dick is stretching me in thebest way possible as he braces his hands next to me so as not to squish me, our bodies brushing together.

“Blondie,” he growls, breaking the kiss. “Look at me.”

I blink my eyes open, his face coming into view—every hard line, every prickle of hair, and age mark. He’s beautiful. And he’s mine.

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