Page 117 of I Wanna Text You Up

Just thetip.

I laugh to myself and Caleb moans at the vibration it sends over his dick. I trail my tongue down around his length, taking my time teasinghim.

“Zoe…”

I finally close my mouth around him, sucking him all the way to the back of my throat before retreating and repeating theprocess.

Suddenly Caleb grabs my head and pulls me offhim.

“No. No! You’re fucking deep-throating me and that’s just not fair. I’m about to bust a load down your throat, and that’s not what I want todo.”

I sit back on my haunches,giggling.

“You’re laughing? Ugh. How come you never told me you could deep-throat?”

“What’d you want me to do? Introduce myself with that littlefactoid?”

“Hellyes!”

I titter. “That would take all the fun out of thesurprise.”

“I suppose that’s true,” hemurmurs.

He pulls me to my feet along with him and grabs at the straps on my dress, slowly pulling themdown.

“There’s a zipper in the back, youknow.”

Caleb spins me around and pulls me tightly against him. I can feel his erection nestled perfectly against my ass as he carefully rocks his hips into me. His chest brushes against my back with each inhale he takes, the warmth of his breath fanning across my clammy skin, sending a shiver down mybody.

He gingerly pulls the zipper down the tracks, and I swear he’s taking his sweet asstime.

Without an ounce of patience left in me, I grab at my dress and begin to pull it over my head, only to have it get stuckhalfway.

“Ugh! Stupid boobs!” I grumble, jerking left and right, trying to pull the piece of fabric offme.

Caleb’s hands find my body and still mymovements.

“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying just likethis.”

“Caleb, my dress is halfway up my body and I’mstuck.”

“Exactly,” he mutters. He leads me to the bed, pushing me down until I’m bent over, my ass in the air. “I see you put another thong on.” His fingers pinch at the material. “I never understood how women could stand wearing them, but fuck me if I’m not enjoying the view rightnow.”

“Fucking you is exactly what I want to do,” I practicallygrowl.

“In good time,” hepromises.

He pushes my dress higher, the new position making it possible for me to slide it over my arms and off. Caleb allows it, his attention still focused on mybehind.

I gasp when I feel his lips land along my spine and nearly collapse when he tracks the tip of his tongue down, down, down. His wet mouth lays open kisses along my ass cheeks, hands gripping eachone.

“You been doing your squats, Zoe?” hewhispers.

“Oh my god, shut up and just fuckme.”

He bites at me and I buck into him. “Notyet.”

His kisses continue south, his fingers now pulling at the thin strip of material resting between my cheeks, each pull causing friction in the most delicious ofplaces.

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