Page 48 of The Heartbreak Blitz

“Give it all to me. I want every last squeeze. Every last drop.”

“I’m going to come on you.”

“Do it.”

Her mouth unhinges, and like before in the hotel room, the purest cry escapes her lips, pleasure dripping off every sound. Her pussy squeezes my finger, her body trembling against me. “Cade…”

The after-orgasm haze crosses her face, and I maneuver out from under her. Her eyes widen when I drop between her legs. “I’m thirsty, Sunshine. And you need to be cleaned up.”

She tries to close her legs around my face, but I tease them open, my tongue darting between her folds to lick her sweet juices.

“Cade!” she shouts in surprise.

I reach up, pushing her shirt and bra up over her breasts while I keep my mouth on her. Sucking, licking. Drowning in her pleasure.

My hips slide against the bed. It’s not the same as entering her but, fuck, it feels amazing.

“God, you taste so sweet.”

“Fu— Oh,” she cries, her head dropping to stare at the ceiling. “Cade, this is— I’ve never?—”

“I know, Sunshine. And it’s perfect.”

I grind into the mattress in tune with my flicks across her clit. I’ve never been one to turn down giving a girl oral, but this is on another level. Her desperate cries. The innocence pouring off her, like she can’t believe pleasure could feel this good.

“Cade, I can’t think.”

Me neither because right now, I’m a prepubescent boy humping my hand. I pull away. “Charley, look at me.” My hips still grind into the mattress, her juices smeared over my lips. I can’t help myself. I move faster and faster. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I groan, my last thrust before cum erupts from my tip, soiling my boxers.

My whole body shudders out my release.

“Did you…” she asks sweetly.

“I’m so fucking turned on,” I grind out before I go back to tasting her, lapping her up, groaning into her clit like a man starved. “Come on me.”

Each flick of my tongue has her panting until she reaches a crescendo, her hips bucking into my face. I can’t figure out if I’m fucking her or if she’s fucking me.

A cry rips from her throat, and I clamp down on her clit, sucking while she falls onto the bed.

I lay my head against her thigh, trying to catch my breath. Never have I ever…

She reaches down to feather her hand through my hair. Tentatively at first, then stroking me from forehead to crown. “So, that’s what that feels like?” she muses.

“That was on another level,” I breathe out, trying to find the will to move again. I need to clean myself up. And Charley. But holy shit, I’m spent. I just want to lay here, make this moment last forever.

When my heart rate has calmed down considerably, I grab a towel from my closet and return to the bed. I help her clean up, then assist her in pulling her clothes into place before I go to my closet and quickly change. I use my last towel to clean the cum off me and then tug on different boxers and some sweats.

By the time I’m finished, I’m desperate to be next to her again.

“Do you do that a lot?”

I turn toward her. “If you’re asking if I do that with women a lot, no. If you’re asking about coming in my pants, let’s just say I have a healthy relationship with my hand, but I can’t say I’ve come in my pants since I was a teenager.”

“You liked it that much?”

I sit next to her, arranging the sheets so they’re covering the towel. “I fucking loved it, Charley.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing though.”

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