Page 50 of The Confidant

“Are you sure?” His eyes meet mine with the solemn question as if it’s a riddle. I’m too breathless from the punch to my chest to answer. I nod quickly and wrap my arms around him again.

He doesn’t say anything else, moving down my body until he’s on his knees between my thighs.

I watch his laser-focus move to my core, and the manners slowly slip away. Before I can brace myself, my ass is in his hands holding me still as he dives in.

My eyes roll up at the first forceful lick. His tongue flicks over my clit with unerring precision before his lips close over it to suck.

Just like the ice cream.

Watching it was hot. Feeling it sets me on fire.

My thighs tighten over his head, ankles locking over each other on his back. He doesn’t seem to notice or care. He’s busy lapping and sucking. His hands clench over my ass so hard I’m forced closer when there’s nowhere else to go.

That wicked tongue has me twitching with pleasure at the intensity. My fingers are in his hair, tugging as if I’m trying to pull him away while the rest of me struggles to get closer.

One of his hands moves away to join his thrusting tongue, adding another dimension to the pleasure.

I can’t say anything. My breath is choppy with unrestrained gasps and moans as I writhe. Nothing has ever felt this good. He adds another finger, making everything burn hotter.

“Poe,” I let out a sharp cry as I cum, my teeth clenched over the intensity of it.

I thought the orgasm I had before was a show-stopper. It was tepid water in comparison to this.

My legs loosen, going slack as a heady feeling of lethargy hits me.

He stands straight in a snap and shifts me to the very edge of the table. I fall back on my elbows weakly to give him a giddy smile as he rips open the condom and rolls it on.

“You ready to wear pink?” I tease as I catch my breath.

The dark look he gives me tells me he isn’t playing around. He grips his cock and gives it a few pumps as he licks his lips.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you until you can’t stand?” He returns through gritted teeth.

My eyes widen, the humor falling to the side. In its place, a type of hunger clenches my core. As if I didn’t have an amazing orgasm seconds ago.

“Prove it, yappy,” I finish, lying back and wrapping my thighs around his waist.

That’s all it takes for what little restraint he had left to snap. He grabs one knee to lift it higher and tilts my hips the barest inch to the side. His heat rubs along my folds, making the fire in me burn higher. It’s only a brief flash of touch against slick skin before he forges inside.

My back bows at the speed of his entrance. It takes him a few thrusts to get fully seated inside me, with me writhing in pleasure at the stretch of his entrance. The only thing holding me in place is his hand on my knee.

The first full thrust shakes through my body. The angle of my hip has exposed my clit to the slap of his skin against mine.

The sharp, wet pleasure that sinks into me fogs my brain. All I can concentrate on is where we meet. The slamming thrusts shake me like an earthquake, both inside and out. He’s long enough that he strikes the very end of me with every move. It stings at first before fading into a drugging kind of pain I’m begging for. The slick slide inside me has me just the right amount of full, just like he promised.

My nails dig into the table as I watch his body move over mine. The sweat that trickles down his chest as he pants. He’s watching my breasts bounce with every thrust.

“Fuck, my pussy feels good,” he breathes between harsh grunts. “I’m going to be inside you every chance I get.”

I nod in total agreement. I’d agree with anything as long as he doesn’t stop building that dizzying burn of pleasure inside me.

One hand moves to my breast, holding the mound steady as he plucks my nipple. A sharp sting of pain shoots through me and straight to my clit. My hips buck in reaction.

“That’s it. Take it. Make it yours,” his eyes go hazy as he watches my body twist to his tune.

The guttural words inspire me to lift myself up, knocking his tight hand off my knee. My legs wrap around his waist as my arms rise to grab him around his shoulders. His chest comes closer to mine, a sly grin twisting his lips up.

I use the awkward angle to slide on his length with a sinuous snap to my hips. I can’t get him all the way inside, a muted thrust that works over his cock without letting him go.

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