Page 95 of Stroke of Fate

“I, uh, I don’t know what to do.” She says, her tone all raspy and cheeks rosy red.

Despite my surprise at her words, something akin to male pride blooms inside me.

“You’ve never done this before?”

She shakes her head, nibbling her lip in a way that drives me crazy.

We might not share many firsts, but knowing I’m the first and only guy to have her in this position makes me feel some way.

Ego aside, I want to make her feel comfortable.

“Just follow my instructions. I promise I’ll make you feel good, okay?” I say, making sure to soften my tone.

Her tongue snakes out as she licks her lips. Determination glistening in those pretty blue eyes. “Tell me what to do.”

So, I do.

I help her position herself over me, making sure she’s relaxed enough to enjoy this.

“Grip the bars tightly, and don’t let go.” I grit out, needing to taste her now.

Not only can I smell her arousal, but she’s practically dripping, and we haven’t even gotten to the fun part.

The second her hands tighten around the bars, my tongue slides through her folds, and she gasps.

I give her slit a long, slow lick, and her heady moans fill the room. When I suck on her throbbing clit, she sinks deeper, opening herself up to me completely.

“Does that feel good? Does being tongue fucked by me turn you on?”

Her sweet, earthy taste on my tongue is proof enough, but I want to hear the words.

Hearing the hitch in her tone or the silent plea behind her words fuels the fire burning inside me at having her so intimately.

Her response comes out as a breathless moan. “Y-yes.”

When I push a finger into her warm heat, the noises she makes turn up a notch as she grinds herself against my face.

I fuck her with my tongue and fingers, relishing in the feel of her thighs on either side of my head. The way she sometimes falls slack when the pleasure is too much, or how they tense slightly as I take her closer to her orgasm before pulling back.

When her thighs tremble, I know she’s on the verge of exploding in my mouth, and it’s on me to get her there. The thought urges me on, and seconds later, I’m lapping up her juices as she cries out my name.

Her hands fall to my chest, and I shift her until she’s straddling me. Her beautiful face is dazed as she looks at me, her lips stretched into a satisfied smile.

My dick is begging for the attention it still hasn’t received, and with Bear’s tits in my face, it’s hard not to lift her and sink her back down on it.

“You ready to ride my dick next, Teddy Bear?” I ask, palming her breasts in my hands and pushing them together.

“Oh God, yes.” She groans, throwing her head back, when I pinch a nipple between my fingers.

Holding onto Bear’s waist, I lean over to grab a condom from the side drawer. Only to find it empty.

Shit. We’re not in my apartment, and this room hasn’t seen a condom in years.

“I don’t have any here,” I mumble, shutting the draw with a frustrated growl.

Bear grips my shoulder, drawing my attention back to her.“I have an IUD, and uh, my results were clean when I got tested over the summer.” She whispers.

My brain has sex on its mind, and I’m struggling to think straight. But she’s still riding an orgasm high, and I need to be the voice of reason right now.

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