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Nathan

“What time do you have to pick up Charlie from the sleepover?” Already shirtless, I shove my shorts down and fling them over my shoulder.

Spencer’s seated at the edge of my bed, heels hanging on the adjustable bed frame. “About noon. Why?”

“Because I’m going to take my time with you.”

She shrugs out of my shirt. She doesn’t seem so shy this morning. “You can do whatever you want to me.” She bats her lashes.

Pushing her backward on the bed, I plant my knee between her legs. “Good to know.” I palm her tit in my hand, massaging her soft flesh. She moans when I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I tighten my grip until she lets out a high-pitched squeak. Releasing her, I suck where I pinched, lapping away the pain. I treat her other nipple the same way as the first. I’m testing how I affect her. Learning how she likes to be handled.

“Can I tell you something?” Her tone is full of tepid nerves. She’s quick-witted in any other circumstance, but when she’snaked, she gets so submissive. I have her exactly how I want her.Mine, mine, mine.She’s at my mercy, just like I’m at hers.

“What?” I breathe against her ear, as I tug on her panties. She obediently bridges her hips, allowing me to discard her underwear.

“I want to be good at this for you. And I don’t want your approval out of pity. I want to make your head explode like you did mine last night. One for one. Every orgasm you give, you get.”

I smirk, staring into her blazing eyes, full of some fierce determination this morning. “Under that logic, you technically owe the showerhead a bust.”

“Nathan, I’m serious. What do you like?”

I climb off of her and roll over flat on my back and tuck my hands behind my head. “For starters, I want you to ride me.”

She obeys my request like it’s a demand. Hiking her leg over my hip, she rubs her warm pussy against my briefs. I spring to life, bucking my hips, grinding my cloth-covered cock against her crease, craving her heat. She pushes down my waistband, freeing the crown of my cock.

Fuck.

My thighs tense as my tip gets a teasing taste of her wetness. It’s taking all my willpower not to lift her up and drop her on my cock, burying deep inside her in one thrust. That’s all it’d take for me to explode inside of her, coat her walls, leave my mark, and claim her.Goddamn do I want to.But I made myself a promise.

“Spencer, when I said ride me, I meant my face.” I lick my lips. “Right now, baby. Sit it on my face.”

She hesitates, her eyes pooling with concern. “Um, I don’t—Ah!” She yelps when I grab her roughly. Hooking my arms firmly under her supple thighs, I yank her up until her pussy crashes into my face. I position her so her clit is resting on my upperlip. I slide my tongue inside, letting her sweet tang drip into my mouth.

Spencer’s silent now. She’s too focused to protest. My cock hardens even more when I feel her subtly buck against my mouth as I fuck her with my tongue.

“Oh good girl. Just like that.”

She stills. My praise is spooking her. She rises to her knees, trying to lift her weight from my face. “I’m sorry. I’m going to suffocate you.”

“Then I’ll die a happy man.” I grab her hips and guide her back down. Squeezing her ass, I encourage her to grind against my face. I moan, permitting her to enjoy the ecstasy of my attention, everywhere. Once she succumbs to the position, she rolls her hips eagerly, her range of motion allowing my tongue to barely tickle her asshole.

The way she shudders is a clear invitation. She wants me to guide her. To show her everything. To relish every single part of her with animalistic need. I throw her to the side, press her legs together then bend them out of my way. “Hold your knees,” I tell her as I lift her ass. My tongue goes exploring over every fold. Nothing untouched. I lap at her from ass to clit, over and over until her legs start to shake.

She whimpers out something I can’t understand.

“Stubble… It’s your fucking stubble.So good,” she pants.

Cluing in, I rub my rough cheek against her clit and it sends her into hysterics. She cries out as she comes hard, unabashed, screaming obscenities as she bunches the comforter in her fists.

I rip off my briefs. Desperate to catch the end of her orgasm, I plunge into her.Oh fuck, way too tight.

I let out a roar-like groan. Her gasp is fearfully dramatic. I went too far. I meant to be gentle and give her time to adjust, but I lost my head. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, fine,” she assures me. “You’re so big.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes, but in a good way. I’m so full. I’m ready. Fuck me, please.”

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