Page 91 of The Dicktionary Club

‘Mmmmhm.?.?. Beautiful,’ I whispered back, trying my hardest to stay on topic.

‘There’s a rooftop garden terrace, too; it has views of the castle, Arthur’s Seat and pretty much the entire city,’ he said.

I turned to him, his body pressing onto mine. ‘Really?’

‘Mmm .?.?. yes.’ Philip pushed a few strands of hair back from my face. ‘But I don’t like heights, so I don’t go up there.’

I smirked curiously.

‘Can I ask you something, Ella?’

I glanced up at him.

‘Do you hate me a little less after tonight?’

My face broke into a smile and, almost immediately, he matched it. I put my hands on his shoulders, and he hummed, pressing me for an answer.

‘I’m not too sure about that, to be fair.’

I watched his eyes turn dark as my reply seemed to excite him. He ran his hand up my thigh and began massaging between my legs with his thumb. His mouth touched mine as he whispered, ‘What about now?’

I could feel my body heat rise, letting this man touch me again.

‘No.’ I twitched under his touch. ‘I still hate you,’ I replied, eyes closed.

He grinned and pushed me until my back was pressed against the window glass. I turned my head briefly to ensure no one was outside and witnessing this, but he held my chin, ensuring all of my attention was kept on him. Philip lowered himself to his knees and bundled my dress up from the floor, raising it from the ground, then he slipped my underwear off.

I watched him bite his lip as he gazed at my pussy. Then he put his face up into my dress.

His breath felt hot against my skin as I felt him position himself between my thighs. Then I felt his tongue lick teasingly up and down my labia.

‘Jesus,’ I yelped, my body pressing against the cold window.

I looked down at his body, working hard below me.

He began licking, sucking and teasing my clit; I had neverfelt pleasure like this before. It was the first time a man had pleasured me this way, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. His head bopped up and down as I felt my thighs get wetter.

I felt unsure of what to do. I felt tense, oddly anxious and aware of my strange position against the window. I hadn’t had sex in such a long time it was hard to let go.

But as his tongue continued to lick, I felt shockwaves of warmth travel over my body as he groaned with his own pleasure. There was no denying it, his mouth on me felt amazing.

‘Fuck, Philip, fuck!’ I panted.

Finally parting my legs and allowing myself to relax into it.

I pushed his head deeper between me, feeling the coolness of the glass press exquisitely against my back. I never wanted him to stop.

And he didn’t.

Philip continued circling my clit until it pulsated at his touch, bringing me to an incredible climax, and when I finally let go, he continued sucking my clit, making me flinch and shake from an almighty orgasm.

‘Philip, Philip,’ I moaned.

Slowly he re-emerged from under my dress, his mouth shiny from my cum. I kneeled on the floor, too shaky to stand and kissed him hard. I could taste myself off his soft lips and I’d never felt so turned on in my life. I brushed my hand over his dick bulging from his suit trousers and tugged on his belt. Philip helped and sloughed his trousers off. Next, he lowered his boxers, exposing his cock. I ran my hand up and down it, feeling every part of my body long for it. But inside, I could feel my nerves build, knowing I hadn’t done it in so long. Philip continued kissing me, pushing his hands through my hair and groaning with pleasure as our tongues intertwined. Gently, he laid me back on the floor and edged on top of me, smiling downas he hovered above me.

‘Do you still hate me now?’

I felt an overwhelming sense of arousal, like there was something so wrong in being with him, but it somehow also felt so right.

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