Page 59 of Stumped

“What do you need, Vera?”

“You.”

“Whatdo you need?” I repeat gruffly.

Her free hand covers mine and she presses my fingers against her pussy. “Fuck me with your fingers, your tongue, your cock. Give me all of you, Elias. Inside me, outside me, everywhere.”

My dick jumps at the words, but I slide her thong to the side so I can slip my fingers through her wet slit. She gasps again, her breath coming in soft pants as I play with her. Her legs part some more and I spread her pussy open. There’s something about being able to only see her face that makes this experience much more heightened.

“E…” she whimpers and using only my initial is what makes me plunge two fingers inside her. Her body arches and I grip her a little tighter around the throat. She relaxes, hips undulating slowly. Her perfect ass brushes against my dick and sends sparks of pleasure up my spine.

“Behave and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, baby.”

She grips the wrist wrapped around her throat and I fuck her with my fingers, pumping them as deep as I can go. Pressing against her more, I brush my lips over her bare shoulder, gently nipping at her skin. The taste of sweat and everything Vera mingles together on my tongue and I can’t get enough. Her pussy pulses and clenches around me briefly, making me drag my fingers out of her because I can. She huffs in annoyance and Iadd a third finger when I thrust back into her. She cries out, nails digging into my arm and tugging on my hair.

“Told you to behave,” I growl into her ear and she pushes back, my very hard dick settling in the cleft between her ass cheeks. “Vera.”

“I need more.”

“Three fingers not enough for you?” I ask as I twist my hand and push so deep, her head falls back as she moans loudly. I smile as I take in her reflection—eyes rolled back in her head, mouth open. She squeezes around me again and I finally give her what she wants by pressing my thumb to her clit.

“Fuckyes,” she moans, quivering as I shift pressure against the bundle of nerves and continue to fuck her. She’s soft and languid in my arms, a playful smile tugging at her mouth as I squeeze my fingers around her throat. Our eyes meet in the mirror as I suck hard on her shoulder. When she tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, I spread my fingers inside her and press against her walls.

Vera comes on a loud moan, pussy clenching. I’m not even a little embarrassed that I come in my underwear at the sight, because it would have been a miracle if I could hold back at all. My fingers are soaked, but I don’t stop fucking her. She shudders and I release the grip around her neck so I can pepper her skin with kisses.

“You made a mess of me,” she whispers, lust filled eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

“Just how I like you.” I slide my hand out and raise my fingers to her mouth. She doesn’t hesitate to suck them clean. Her tongue swirls around the digits, lapping up every last drop and I growl as I watch her. “Come on, we need to clean up.”

In a sleepy tone, she says, “You know, the plan was to congratulate you for playing a good game while on my knees.”

“We’ve got all night.”

“You fucked me into exhaustion, though.”

I kiss her jaw and she sighs happily. “Watching you come is congratulations enough, Vera.”

“I’m so impressed. So proud of you.”

I smile and slide her underwear off, and do the same with mine. I toss them out of the bathroom and turn on the shower. If I focus too much on her sex drunk feelings, I might get carried away. I like that she’s proud and impressed by me, but I don’t need any of those things from this woman. I only want her.

“Come on, peaches.”

I guide her into the shower and help wash her up. I make sure to not touch the parts of her that will rile us both up.

“Thank you for showing up tonight,” I tell her as we dry off and she shakes her head. “I’m serious. Vera, look at me.” I gently turn her to face me and she blows a strand of hair out of her face. “Nobody has ever shown up for me that wasn’t my family. But you did. You’re here.”

“That’s what friends do for each other.”

My heart shatters, but because I’m staring at her, I catch the wince before she walks out of the bathroom. Staring at my reflection, I convince myself it was a slip and she didn’t mean to say that. I’ve never hated the wordfriendsbefore, but I despise it now. I agreed to this friends with benefits arrangement, but I didn’t know how much it would affect me.

And I won’t stop until I show her we’re so much more.

Nineteen. You’re my hero

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