Page 71 of Lovely Deceit

She moans with each lash of my tongue until I sit back. She eyes me with hunger, and Oliver pushes her forward. He brings her right up to me. “Taste his lips, beautiful girl.”

Her lips collide with mine, and she wraps her arms around my shoulders, her hands clawing at the back of my head. I let her in and give her even more in return. I explore her mouth, delving deep, relishing in the way we come together. “I can taste me on you,” she breathes.

I groan, biting at her lips.

Her hands roam all over my chest, then down. She grazes my cock the slightest bit, and I still before a long moan escapes my chest. “I don’t want to be that guy, but don’t touch me or I’m going to explode, Eden. I want you so fucking badly. I always have. From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. Beautiful. Strong,” I say before commanding her mouth again.

I feel Oliver pushing her into me. Her hips meet mine, and I stutter forward. Glancing down, I notice he’s cupped her ass, encouraging her to work into me.

She breaks the kiss, looking over her shoulder at Oliver. “Can I?”

I kiss down her throat. I don’t blame her for asking. If I was Oliver, I’d want the respect she’s giving him. When he started things with her, I bet he never expected me. Or Leo. Though, that ship might have sailed because he’s an idiot.

I take her perky tit into my mouth.

“Can you fuck our professor?” he urges.

Even I groan at that, giving her a quick nip to let her know I liked it.

She hisses in a breath before holding my head to her breast.

I allow them their moment, and he must give her the go-ahead because she starts working the buttons on my pants, then reaching in to stroke me. “Fuck me.”

“I plan on it,” she says, working me harder and harder while simultaneously pushing my pants and boxers out of the way. I break the connection to tear off my shirt because I need to feel her everywhere on me. Then she’s climbing up my thighs and wrapping her legs around me.

I wrap my arms around her, keeping a steady hand on the small of her back as she hovers just over my cock. I turn my head to take her nipple into my mouth, flicking it incessantly with the tip of my tongue. She arches into me, giving me as much access as I want, and I take it all.

She squirms to lower herself on top of me, but I hold her at bay. Reaching up, I cup her cheek to make her look down at me. “I don’t want just this moment, Eden Astor. I want more. So much more.” I punctuate my sentence by sliding her down over my cock.

She throws her head back, and I have to take several calming breaths before I lose it inside her like a one pump chump. She’s so fucking tight, squeezing the hell out of my dick.

“God damn, Professor. You must’ve eaten your Wheaties.”

I smirk into her skin as she rides me, letting her take control since that’s the only thing she’s wanted. To take control of her life. To have some semblance of authority in what she says and does. It’s easy to figure out if you’re paying attention.

“Are you going to come on my dick?” I encourage. “I want you to ride me until you scream my name.”

She grips my shoulders, setting her own wild pace. I sit back and watch. Oliver’s hands have made it to her breasts again, stroking and pulling. I didn’t know how much I’d enjoy something like this, but there’s nothing like seeing someone take what they need from me while also reaping rewards from someone else. “Pinch me, Ollie. Pinch me hard.”

He does, and her mouth opens in a silent scream. He runs his hands over her hips and around until they disappear.

“Fuck me, Professor. Come inside me. Mark me.”

Oh fuck. I work my hips up to meet her, and she bounces hard, her tits jiggling.

“More.”

I raise my hips over and over again, feeling her slide over my cock until my balls start to tingle. Her determined pace has only thrown me forward. I place a hand on her hip. “Mine’s coming, beautiful girl. Are you ready?”

She smiles, and in the next second, she throws her head back in ecstasy. I come at the same time, losing myself inside her as she shatters apart on my dick, her pussy spasming. “Alaric!”

“Edie, yes!”

She rides me out in shorter and shorter strokes until she collapses on top of me. I hold her to me, sifting my fingers through her blonde strands. Oliver and I connect gazes, and he doesn’t seem pissed at all. He looks content. Closing my eyes, I savor the moment where for once, it finally feels like I belong to something special.

However fleeting it might be.

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