Page 120 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

Wanted to silence his noisy thoughts.

Wanted to give him peace, hand in hand with his pleasure.

I swallowed around his cock, spit slicking my lips and leaking into the golden curls at his base making them sticky. George’s Adam’s apple bobbed like he was drooling as much as I was.

There was no denying he liked this.

Hand over his own mouth, me between his legs.

Entirely at my mercy.

Was he sniffing my cum on his hand right now? Was his sweet tongue chasing my taste from his fingers as he cried and cried and attempted—to no avail—to hump my mouth?

There was something so gorgeously addictive about the way George submitted. His lean frame twitching, the width of his shoulders pressed into the dirt.Someone as high-strung as he was, reduced to gibberish and sobs—man.

This was so fucking hot.

And the hottest part was that I’d caused it.

He’d given this to me.

Trustedme.

Chosenme.

Forgivenme.

Determined not to let him down, I swallowed again, slurping around his length as his dick pulsed against my tongue. I could practically feel his heartbeat through it as I pulled up and down, shifting the soft skin back and forth with deliberate precision.

George’s chest heaved, these anxious, broken breaths wracking his frame—followed by another fruitless attempt at a kick. Simply reflexes. He was nothing if not predictable. It was easy to thwart his efforts. As leggy as he was—and surprisingly strong—he was no match for me.

He could kick all he wanted and it wouldn’t do a damn thing.

However, one of his hands did find its way to my shoulders. And his nails were a different story. Though as perfectly groomed as the rest of him, they dug in hard enough to sting. The pain only heightened my pleasure, making me sink into him with a groan. Scratching, digging, scraping into my skin with gusto, clinging tight.

When I pulled off his dick after a few minutes of back and forth sucking, I dragged my tongue along the vein on the underside. I could still feel the skip of his heartbeat there, the steady thrum of it as I held still and watched him squirm. I paused, the crown of his cock still suckled gently between my lips.

George’s nails sank in again, a new line of scratches forming as he tried to encourage me to take him deeper again.

He was so responsive.

It wasintoxicating.

Pulling off with a pop, I arched a brow at him. “You’re kinda a slut, you knowthat, right?” I teased, keeping my tone light so he’d know I wasn’t criticizing him. “If I let go of your hips you’d be fucking my face right now.”

George choked, eyes widening. Despite being foggy-headed and pleasure-drunk, hestillwanted to deny what I was accusing him of—even though we both knew I was correct. He attempted another fruitless kick.

“If you keep that up, you’re going to have bruises on your hips and leg tomorrow,” I warned. “And it’s lake day. So everyone is going to see.” I had no doubt George was going to wheedle his way out of swimming, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease—or that he wasn’t going to be wearing trunks.

I didn’t mention the scratching, worried that if I brought attention to it, he’d stop.

I didn’twanthim to stop.

He may be too shy to wear the marks from tonight, but I wasn’t.

George gave up protesting.

Instead, he sank into the grass again, somehow even softer than before. This time, his head tipped far enough back that I could no longer see his face. Which was a shame. There was nothing sexier than watching his expression while I sucked his twitchy, red cock.

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