Page 73 of Trustfall

“Where do you think you are going?”

“I have to get ready for work.”

“How long do you need?”

“I don’t know. A half hour?”

I look over at my phone. Her shift starts in an hour.

“Perfect, we have just enough time.”

She rolls her eyes and groans. “Again? I’m still kinda sore from…last night.” The cutest little pink tint works its way up her cheeks at her own words. I love that the mere thought of us fucking is enough to make her blush.

“I won’t fuck you,” I promise, holding my hands up. “I just want to taste you.”

Her eyes go from timid to lust-filled in a matter of seconds. I knew that would convince her. She moves back onto the bed, laying her head down on the pillow and letting her legs fall apart.

“That’s what I thought,” I say smugly. “Can’t resist, huh?” I move over her, speaking directly against her mouth and pulling up her shirt.

Fuck, she’s still not wearing underwear.

“You put up all these walls, Caldwell. You don’t let anyone in…” I move down, licking a line across her left nipple. She sucks in a breath. “You wear a mask, so you don’t have to show anyone how you really feel.” I take her nipple into my mouth, swirling and sucking, then flicking the tip with my tongue. “But…” I move down lower, running my tongue down from her breastbone to her belly button. I keep going, now low enough to bite her inner thigh. That earns me a soft moan. “I know who you are,” I whisper, my hot mouth right above her clit. I continue the assault, licking and nibbling so close but avoiding the spot where she needs me the most. Emory whines, but I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet.

“You think you’re weak, but you’re one of the strongest people I know,” I say between licks. “You think you’re too serious, but you love to laugh.” I stop my movements for a moment, resting my head against her. “God, you drive me fucking crazy,” I admit. And then I’m back to swirling the wet heat of my tongue, just shy of her clit.

“Does this makeyoucrazy?” I taunt. “Knowing I’m so close?” I move my tongue down further and further...until I’m a hair’s breadth away. “If I move down just a fraction of a centimeter…it will feel so fucking good,” I rasp against her, the vibrations of my voice making her squirm.

She whimpers but doesn’t say anything. “See, I know you,” I go on. “I know you like being teased. I know you like having to wait for it. You like the thrill of the chase. And I know the second you can’t take it anymore, and you need it like you need your next breath. I can see your fucking clit throbbing, Emory. It’s aching for me. You want your pussy licked, hard and deep. You feel like you might die if you don’t get it, right?”

She nods her head, tears springing to her eyes.

“Say it,” I demand.

“I need it, Luke. Please, please, please,” she chants, her words frantic and jumbled, as if she can’t even think straight right now.

The second my tongue flicks her clit, her hips buck off the bed, and she starts writhing.

“Shhh, baby,” I coo. I throw my arm over her waist, holding her down as she squirms, and continue licking and sucking before moving further down to spear my tongue into her tight heat. She cries out, but I’m not ready for her to come yet. I move back up and flip us over so she’s on top now.

“W-what?” She looks confused for a second and then irritated. “You said you would?—”

“I know, baby. I will. Come here. Grab the headboard.”

“Why?” she asks, her voice shaky.

“I want you to sit on my face.”

“Sit on your?—”

“Yes. Sit on my fucking face, Emory.”

With some hesitation, she grabs onto the headboard and slowly begins to lower herself down until she reaches my waiting mouth. The second she feels the warmth on her again, all hesitation disappears, and she grinds up and down with confidence.

She’s letting go now, and I’m about to lose it myself. I reach down and slide off my boxer briefs, taking my aching cock in my hand. I pump myself, matching her thrusts. She screams, and I can feel her wetness drip down my face, fueling my own orgasm. I move her off me, flip her onto her back, and jerk my cock, spilling onto her stomach. We both collapse, catching our breath.

“Shit, sorry,” I say, looking over at my cum pooling on her belly. “I wasn’t planning on that.” I am sorry I didn’t warn her, but I can’t say my spent dick doesn’t still twitch at the sight.

“It’s okay. That was—” she starts to say. “Fuck…”

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