Page 52 of Bite Your Tongue

His eyes narrow, and quickly, he rips it off. “Only face you’re sitting on, Brat, is mine, as myself,” he growls, pulling the glasses off. “Fuck Riley Green and his perfect mustache.”

Despite our stupidly childish exchange, once his goofy disguise is gone, my mouth waters, and the air between us thickens. There’s a magnetic pull coming from his body, begging mine to come closer, but I fight it and keep my feet planted.

When his eyes darken and his grin turns into more of a smirk, I know he feels it too.

“I saw the shower when I booked the place. Looked pretty massive,” he drawls, slow and deep. “Before we do this whole bed-rotting thing … probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to shower.”

“Right,” I croak. “Best to get nice and clean before we put on our pajamas. Wouldn’t you say?”

“Well, I would,” he says slyly. “But I don’t have any pajamas, Saylor.”

That sends my brain into a frenzy—imagining him in bed, completely naked. Before I know it, his fleece is off, and he’s tugging the bottom of his shirt until it’s over his head, exposing his lickable abs and incredibly delectable V-line.

When his fingers move to the button of his jeans, I can’t help but stare. He keeps a cocky grin on his lips because he knows exactly what he’s doing to me right now. And as he unbuttons them, pushes the zipper down, and shoves them over his hips,even through his briefs, his dick stands tall, completely ready for me.

We’re both playing with fire. And while it’s fun and entertaining right now, I know soon, I’ll be facing some serious burns. And when I do, I’ll only have myself to blame.

Yet still, here I am, desperately pulling my clothes off to match his bareness. Because the sooner we’re both naked, the sooner I get to feel him inside of me again.

She’s not taking her clothes off fast enough, so I help her out, tearing them from her body. I’m a starved man, and she’s the only thing I want.

I unclasp her bra, and the second it falls to the floor, her hard pink nipples beg for my mouth to be on them. Leaning forward, I bring one into my mouth, circling my tongue around it when a moan comes from her lips.

Pulling back, I let my eyes roam down her incredible body. My cock pulsates in my briefs at the sight before me.

I put my hands under her ass cheeks and lift her up with ease, tossing her over my shoulder. I walk us into the bathroom, and I reach into the shower, turning it on hot. Eagerness gets the best of me, and I can’t wait for the water to warm. Instead, I sit her ass down on the side of the countertop, next to the sink, and stand between her legs. Her smooth, warm legs wrap around mywaist, and through my briefs, my cock aches to nudge against her heat, knowing how fucking ready she always is for my dick.

I capture her lips with mine, cupping her nape with my hand to force her mouth harder against my own. Her tongue slides into my mouth, and a rough, gritty moan escapes her throat.

“Christ, you’re so fucking wet; I can practically feel your pussy dripping against my briefs, baby,” I growl against her lips. “Tell me, how many times did you take one of those toys out of your nightstand since I left last week?”

I fucked my hand multiple times, just imagining her in her bed, legs spread while she fucked herself.

“How many, Brat?” I snarl, tightening my hold on her neck slightly. “And don’t you dare lie to me! Tell me how greedy this pussy is.”

“Every night,” she whines against my lips. “Sometimes in the morning too.”

“Such a greedy little slut for my cock, aren’t you, Saylor?” I hiss, worrying that I might be taking it too far, but when she grinds her pussy against me harder, I know she’s more than okay with it.

“Yes,” she whispers in agony.

Reaching between us, I slide my fingers inside of her, and just like I knew, she’s fucking soaked. I pump in and out a few times, my cock throbbing at the moans coming from her lips.

“I can’t fucking wait to come inside of you tonight, right before I go back to Maine. That way, my cum will be leaking from your pussy, even after I’m gone, reminding you of how much you love this fat cock fucking you.” Pulling my hand from between her legs, I bring my fingers to my mouth and rake my tongue up them. “So fucking sweet, baby.”

She drags in a few shaky breaths, peeking at me through her lashes with a serious look on her face. “What are you waiting for? Are you going to fuck me or not?”

My dick jumps because there’s nothing hotter to me than when she’s bossy or assertive. She’s a fucking queen, and she knows it too.

“Patience, Brat,” I coo, sliding my palms down her thighs.

Lifting her roughly, I step us into the shower and shove her back against the wall before dropping to my knees. Instinctively, she lifts one leg and props it on my shoulder, exposing her perfect pussy to me and nearly begging for me to lick it.

I drive my face between her thighs, and her fingers waste no time digging into my scalp and yanking on my hair.

“Oh … fuck,” she whines, grinding against my tongue.

The shower sprays down over us, hitting my back as I work my tongue against her heat. Sliding my hand to the back of her leg, I work it further up until my fingertip grazes her ass. I continue eating her pussy, rolling my tongue against her clit to earn myself more moans. When she doesn’t push my hand away, I gently push my fingertip inside, but just barely. Slowly working it in, little by little, careful not to hurt her.

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