Page 119 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

George’s eyes widened.

Realistically, he was still way too loud for that toactuallyhelp, but he seemed to like the illusion of it anyway. The secrecy most definitely. Struggling to be silent despite his pleasure. Breaking the rules. The threat ofdiscoveryonly heightened each sensation.

This was the kinkiest I’d ever been with another person.

I usually fucked in, and out, and left when the deed was done.

I sated the physical and social urge like it was another task on my to-do list. And as someone with an overactive libidothathappened often. I never allowed myself to be anything other than a glorified sex toy. I needed more, but I never let myself have it.

I certainly never experimented.

That took trust.

I found, as I settled into what felt like my natural role, George looking to me for guidance. George only looking at me, I’d definitely been missing out on how intimate sex could be. It certainly helped that for the majority of the day I hadn’t censored myself. I’d been fully me, in all my “overwhelming” glory, and George had still chosen to take me up on my offer.

George had seen my stupid-romantic picnic and he’d loved it.

He’d wanted to kiss me.

He’d been the one that wished to touch me first.

For him, I hadn’t been too much.

At least…not yet.

When I sucked George down to the root, it took hardly any effort at all—he was so small.

Obviously, I had never been harder in all my life.

His tiny cock barely tapped the back of my throat even with my nose buried in the golden hair at its base. ThesoundGeorge made wasn’t human, this garbled choked thing that made my own dick throb. His hips flexed up, feigning like he wanted to gag me, even though that was frankly impossible. I pressed them back down, forcing his pelvis against the grass as I swallowed around his twitchy length.

Because his hips were trapped, George’s legs jumped next, like an anxious rabbit kicking out—so I had to restrain those too, using my bulk to keep him immobile. Pinned like prey, George was the prettiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. He struggled for a minute, wiggling and jerking, and then?—

Like magic.

He gave up.

Sagged into the dirt, all the tension in his frame bleeding away.

I watched his eyes grow glassy with a primal sort of satisfaction.

I’d done that.

I’d caused this.

A few tears slipped down his red cheeks. Dazed and submissive, George still wouldn’t stop quaking. His nipples were hard enough they poked his shirt. It was only my delicious mouthful and the fact that I was using every limb I had to keep him still that stopped me from leaning up to bite them.

George’s hair, usually styled, was thishorriblewavy mess, sticking up in clumps and spikes. Debauched already, and I’d only just gotten my mouth on him for the first time.

More.

I wanted more.

Wanted him to keep making that face.

Wanted him to lose himself entirely.

To forget about everyone and everything but me.

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