Page 122 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

George jerked at the initial taste, but I held him still by my grip on his chin. My tongue slid deep inside his expressive mouth, urging him to swallow every last drop. Still struggling, despite having consented to this, George whined.

His jaw tensed, like he was going to snap it shut, right on my tongue.

But then…he did the most beautiful thing.

He stopped fighting.

He relaxed.

And he did as he’d been urged, his mouth convulsing with my tongue still inside it as he swallowed his own seed like a fucking champ. Every last drop.

Jesus Christ.

He was such a kinky little shit.

Holy fuck.

So surprising.

After I was sure he’d taken it all, I gave his lips one last parting lick before pulling back. His mouth didn’t look any different now that he’d just eaten his own cum. Still pink and puffy. But simplyknowingwhat I’d put in his belly made me feel feral in a way I never had.

So many kinky, wonderful possibilities.

A world I’d never tapped into at my fingertips.

I only hoped I could keep up.

“Good boy, Georgie,” I murmured, watching as his lashes fluttered with pleasure in response to the praise. “You’re such asweetheart, aren’t you?” George’s breath quickened. I peppered soothing kisses across his lips, his jaw, and up his cheek. “You did so well, baby.Perfectly.”

He gasped.

Fuck.

He really liked that.

Really liked being called perfect.

“You’re such a perfect little slut for me.” George jolted, proving my point. His hands sank into the back of my t-shirt, clinging to me as I praised and comforted him. The marks he’d left on my back stung, but I ignored them. Wore them as a badge of honor.

For several long, glorious minutes, I told him how gorgeous he’d been. Told him howmuchIlovedhis obedience. How he’d been so pretty with his cock in my throat. Told him I’d never seen a prettier man in all my life.Never been with a better lover. Never seen anyone look so goddamn earth-shatteringly riveting when they lost control.

I spoiled him the way I’d always wanted to spoil someone.

George ate it up.

He softened with every word, clinging, clinging—like he didn’t know how to let go of me now that we’d crossed this line together. Like he was scared the second he did, I’d abandon him.

I didn’t.

I wouldn’t.

Even if we weren’t literally sharing a tent, there was no way I was letting him out of my sight tonight. This had been…a lot. I definitely hadn’t intended the picnic to lead to sex when I’d set it up—but I didn’t regret anything.

I liked being close with him.

And discovering what he looked like when he actually let his walls down was ridiculously enthralling.

Had Brendon done this for him? Brought him high, high, high—and protected him from the subsequent low?

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