Page 56 of Against All Odds

“Got what?”

Everett doesn’t respond though. Instead his mouth is doing other things like kissing his way down my thigh, and then I feel his tongue swipe against my clit. My eyes close at the sensation. Everett’s hands move to my knees, pushing them down against the bed, and he literally eats me out. His tongue makes circleafter circle, and then pushes inside, all while he holds me immobile. I try to move my hips, but I’m completely trapped by his weight.

I can feel my limbs trembling as my orgasm races.

No way.

I can’t.

It never happens like this.

But here I am, thrashing my head back and forth as the pleasure builds faster than expected.

He moans, and I feel his teeth taking my clit and gently biting. “Oh, God. Oh my God!” I pant over and over, my fingers sliding in his thick hair.

Everett releases one leg, and I feel his finger enter me. He slides in and out of my cunt as his tongue continues to make circles and patterns.

I can no longer think.

My brain is completely disconnected from my body. All I feel is pleasure. All I know is this rising tide that’s threatening to take me under.

I scream out his name when it crests, taking me under, but at the same time giving me life.

I feel him kissing up my stomach and the valley between my breasts, all while he continues to finger me. I whimper as I work to bring my breathing back to normal. When I finally open my eyes, he’s leaning over me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

My back bows as his thumb rubs my clit. It’s too much. “I can’t ...”

“You can,” he counters. “Feel how wet you are. It’s dripping down your leg. You want more, baby. You want to come again. I can feel your cunt pulsing, begging for my cock to grip onto it.” His dirty mouth is new, and I’m not complaining at all. “And that was just the first one.” He pulls his finger almost all the way outbefore pushing back in. “I think maybe I’ll make you come like this now.”

I shake my head, unable to even entertain that it’s possible, but then, oh God, he curls his finger and keeps going.

“Everett,” I pant. “Please.”

He just keeps going, his thumb now hitting my clit when he pulls back. It’s too much.

I’m unable to stop it. I can’t even think because another orgasm hits me so hard that I can’t breathe. My body writhes and shudders as it tears through me. All the while he keeps going, not giving me any reprieve.

It’s a mix of pleasure and pain, each warring with each other. I want to laugh and cry and everything in between, but all I can do is fall slightly limp and struggle for breath.

“What time is it?” he asks again.

Somehow I manage to open my eyes to look at him, wondering what the hell he cares about the time for, and since he could very easily look at it since it’s in his view, but I turn my head.

“Twelve fifteen,” I say, still panting.

“Two orgasms in eight minutes, now I bet we can get another one before half past.”

Oh my God. That’s never happened before. I continue to stare at it, thinking maybe it froze, but then it moves to twelve sixteen.

Wow.

I stare into his eyes, pushing the dark brown hair off his face and grin because now it’s my turn. “Only if I get to ride your cock.”

“Your wish is my command.” He pulls his fingers out and then slowly licks each one, his eyes staying on me the entire time, and I think I might come just from watching him. “Mmm, delicious.”

I need him inside me right now. “Please tell me you brought a condom,” I say, praying he did because I don’t have any and I have to have him.

He chuckles and rises, moving to his sweats, pulling a condom out of the pocket. “It was the first thing I grabbed. Hell, I even left my phone.” At least one of us is prepared. He stands in front of me and I rise onto my knees, my hand resting on his hard stomach. “I want you to put it on me.”

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