Page 112 of Would You Rather
She groans, frustrated, and bucks her hips. “Please, Lucas.”
I grin, gripping her thighs in my hand and spreading her open for me. “I told you before you’d never have to beg,” I remind her. “But fuck, if it doesn’t sound so pretty.”
A hushed moan comes from her, and before I know it, her hand reaches out, and she pulls her panties to the side again, rubbing slow circles over her clit.
Holy fucking shit.
I watch, entranced, as she moans, pleasuring her sweet little pussy. “Does that feel good, baby?”
She nods, whimpering. “So good.”
I hum, my cock twitching in my pants. “You’re so impatient. You couldn’t wait for me?”
She shakes her head. “You weren’t giving me what I want.”
I chuckle, watching her needy and so fucking beautiful touching herself on my bed. “And what is it you want?” I ask her. A moan escapes her when she shows me exactly what she wants by sliding a long digit inside her tight pussy. I let out a groan when she pulls her finger out, coated in her sweet juices, only to push it back in a second later. “You wish it were me touching you, don’t you?” My hand tightens on her thighs, wanting to be the one to pleasure her, even though she looks like a dream fucking her finger.
She lets out a whimper, but instead of agreeing with me, she shakes her head. “I told you before, I don’t need a man to make me feel good.”
My eyes narrow, and I zone in on her fingers working over her pussy. I’m about to prove her so fucking wrong. I slap her hand away and lean down, flicking my tongue over her clit. She moans so loud that I have no doubt the neighbors heard her. Let them fucking hear. Let everyone know I’m the only one who makes her feel like this.
“You don’t need me?” I ask her, licking up her sweet pussy. “Because it looks like the opposite.”
She thrashes her head from side to side, bumping her hips to meet my mouth. Sweet moans escape her lips with every lash of my tongue. “Lucas. Fuck.”
“Say it,” I tell her, burying my tongue inside her. “Tell me I’m the only one that makes you feel this good.”
“Lucas,” she whines. “Make me come.”
I pull back, tutting. My hands grab her thighs, spreading her even wider for me, staring down at her. Fuck, this is agony. “That’s not what I asked.” She groans, burying her head in her hands when I deny her pleasure. “Tell me what I want to hear,” I repeat, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, less than an inch away from where she wants me. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” I plead. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes out when I kiss the edge of her pussy. “You make me feel so good.” She shakes her head, her eyes squeezed closed. “I need you.”
Fuck. Yes.
I dive in, wrapping my mouth around her clit, tugging until her moans get louder and louder, and I know she’s right there. “That’s my good girl,” I grunt when she drops her head back and moans, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. I slowly lick her up before pressing my lips against her thighs. I look up at her, grinning at the sight in front of me. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,princesa.”
Hovering above her, I take her lips in mine, kissing her hard, letting her taste how sweet she is. She opens up, dropping her legs to make room for me. I settle between her legs, running my cock over her dripping wet pussy. “Fuck.” I groan at the feel of my cock rubbing against her wetness. Her moans, the feel of her, the sight of her. Jesus, it’s too much. I’m so fucking close, and I’m not even inside of her yet.
“Stop playing around,” she says, breathlessly. “Fuck me.”
I let out a chuckle at her impatience and line up at her entrance, slowly pushing inside. We both moan the second I slide inside, and she grips my arm, her long nails scratching at my skin. Fuck. Her need for me is maddening. I push deeper inside until I bottom out, thrusting to the hilt. Her breathlesswhimpers do nothing to stop the mind-bending pleasure curling up my spine.
“Fuck Mads,” I breathe out, sliding in and out of her. “I missed you. So fucking much.” Having her arms around me, her lips on mine, and her body stretching to take me inside of her is the best feeling in the world. Hands down.
“Harder,” she gasps, sliding her hands down to grip my ass, pushing me into her.
Shit. I need to get her there, I need to feel her come around me, feel her drench me, squeeze around me, but fuck, I’m way too close. I drop to my elbows, leaning down to capture her lips with mine as I thrust into her. Her lips part as she moans, and I capture it, swallowing every sound she makes.
I moan into her ear, picking up pace. “God, you feel so fucking good,” I groan into her neck, burying my head into her neck. One of her hands lifts, gripping my arm as the other clutches onto my ass. “Tão gostosa,” I murmur, against her lips. “Você foi feita para mim.”So hot. You were made for me.
She lets out a whimper, and even though she doesn’t understand what I told her, she moans all the same, wrapped up in pleasure. I feel her pussy squeezing around me the closer she gets. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, writhing her hips against my cock the faster I thrust. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Even if a fire breaks out right now, I’m not stopping until I feel her come around my cock. “A perfect. Fucking. Fit.” I thrust with every word until she tips her head back and moans, her pussy fluttering as she comes around me, flooding my cock with her orgasm.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, going faster, feeling my balls tighten. She squeezes herself around me, and I let out a moan, shaking my head, trying to bring out all the stops to stop myself fromcoming. But when she does it again, I lose it, pulling back to grip her chin in my hand. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“Do it,” she whispers, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “I want you to paint me with your cum.”
