Page 44 of Bite Your Tongue

“That’s what I thought.” I nod. “Now, let me at least end this first date of yours on a high note. Let me eat that pussy properly with my magical tongue.”

She breathes against my lips, a small squeak escaping her throat. “Y-yes.” She croaks the single word, seemingly in a desperate trance before she gives a slight shake of her head, wiping the dazed look from her eyes. “But you can’t make it too personal. No sweet or romantic words—do you understand?” She blurts out the string of words quickly. “Otherwise, I will strangle you.”

“Strangle me between your legs, and I promise, I’ll die with a smile on my face.” I wink, greedily reaching between us and unbuttoning my jeans and tugging down my zipper.

“I’m serious, Ryder!” she scolds me, a grumpy pout on her lips while she shoves her hand against my chest. “We are friends—that’s all! Don’t be trying that romancy bullshit on me. I’ll kick you out of this apartment so fast, naked and all.”

I bend down, smirking in her face. “No romance? You don’t want me to be nice?” I grip her chin roughly, forcing her eyes to mine. “You got it, babe.”

Dropping my hand and taking a step back, I pull my jeans and briefs down and let them fall to a pile on the floor. Walking toward the recliner, I stroke my dick a few times. Not that it needs it, seeing as it’s already hard as steel.

Falling back into the chair, I reach for the lever and recline it as far as it’ll go. My cock stands tall, inviting her plump lips to be wrapped around it.

“Now, be a good little slut and walk your ass over here and put that pussy on my chin,” I say coldly, starting to strokemyself. “Don’t make me ask you again, Brat. I came all the way to Charleston for Christmas, and it’s time for you to give me my present.”

Within seconds, she’s pulling her clothes off and strutting toward me. With total confidence, she straddles me with her backside facing me, pushing her ass back and positioning it right in my face until her pussy hits my lips. Leaning forward, she wastes no time pushing her mouth down onto my cock and making me hiss out in pure fucking desire.

With her ass hovering above my forehead while she sucks my dick, I have to fucking focus to properly devour her pussy because I’m so fucking hard already. She doesn’t need me to direct her; she rocks her hips and bounces on my face like the queen that she is.

She tastes so damn good, and I flick my tongue against her clit, making her cry out against my cock.

“That’s it, you little cockslut. So hungry to have my cum in your throat while you’re riding my face like your life depends on it,” I growl against her heat before licking right from her pussy to her ass. “Suck my dick harder. Show me how bad you want it.”

Reaching my hand forward, I shove her head down onto my dick and listen to her gag. She didn’t want me to be nice—she made that real fucking clear. But judging by how soaked she is and the noises coming from her lips, she’s fucking loving me being an ass to her. She moans once more before sliding her lips back down the length of my cock.

I move my hands to her waist, and she gets into a rhythm of fucking my face. While she thrusts her hips, my cock hits the back of her throat.

In and out. In and out.

With every thrust of her pussy against my tongue, she grows wetter. I’m so fucking close to coming down her throat, and like last time, I’m not even going to give her an option to swallow.

Her pussy begins convulsing, and she practically screams against my dick the second my cock explodes cum deep into her throat. I move my hand to her hair again, keeping her there while she swallows everything I give her, and my tongue works her through her orgasm as her greedy pussy throbs and she soaks my whole fucking chin.

“Ah …” she screams out again on my length, bucking her hips once more.

One last jerk of my dick, and I’m fucking spent. On our first night together, she might have said she didn’t swallow, but that doesn’t stop her from licking the length of my cock, cleaning me up.

Her thighs shake as she slowly moves herself off of me.

“You called me a slut,” she says, lifting an eyebrow.

“You loved it,” I say unemotionally.

“Maybe I did,” she says softly before leaning forward and patting my chest. “I’m going to shower and get into my pajamas. When I return, you’d better be on your best behavior and back to friendly-like conditions.”

As she walks toward the bathroom, I call behind her, “If you ask me, letting you ride my face is very friendly. And friends give each other stuff. I gave you a mouthful of cum.”

“Whatevs,” she says back. “Either way, your dick had better be covered up when I come back out.”

I’d be lying if I said that when I boarded the plane to come here yesterday, I didn’t think we’d end up hooking up or fucking around. It just happens when we’re around each other; it can’t be stopped.

I don’t think that’s going to change either. Not that I want it to.

As yet another Taylor Swift song comes on while I drive to the airport, Saylor sings along from the passenger seat of her car. It’s stupid that I’m fucking giddy over driving her in her own car, but I am. Something about it feels romantic—even though that’s the last thing she says I’m allowed to feel around her.

“I didn’t take you for a Swiftie,” I utter. I do have to admit, a few of the songs she’s played are a bit catchy.

She scowls—hard. “Um … one, I’m offended that after all the time you’ve known my brother, he didn’t tell you. Did you know he got me pit passes to see her at Gillette Stadium a few years ago? And two, who isn’t a Swiftie? I mean, Morgan Wallen and T. Swift make up my whole damn playlist. As they should on everyone else’s too.”

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