Page 82 of Would You Rather
Some people would take that as an offense, but I know that what she really means is that I’m right.
I want to take my time. I appreciate having her here, wanting me to touch her, to kiss her, but I can’t wait any longer. I don’t waste any time leaning down to kiss her breasts, tugging and sucking on them.
She tips her head back, soft whimpers leaving her pretty little lips. Fuck, her noises make me so fucking hard.
“Still hate me?” I murmur, flicking my tongue over her hard nipples covered by the lace fabric.
She releases a heavy breath, arching into me. “Yes.”
“Mmm.” I tease her with the tip of my tongue, wanting to wrap my mouth around her. “It doesn’t look like you hate me.”
“I’m a good actress.”
I lift my head. “Yeah, you are,” I tell her, lifting her chin with my hand. “But I know you. I know that hate is the furthest thing you feel for me. I know how bad you want me right now.” She whimpers, and I take pity on her, pulling her bra off until her breasts spill free.
“Fuck, Madeline.” I lean down and wrap my mouth around the hard bud, letting out a groan when I suck her into my mouth. I’m ninety percent sure this isn’t a dream, but if it is, please don’t let me wake up from it. “God, your skin is so soft,” I murmur, my hands running over her stomach. “How are you so soft?”
“Lotion.”
I look up at her, and her lips are curved in a smirk. I tug at her nipple with my teeth, and she gasps, tipping her head back. “I didn’t actually need an answer.”
“It seemed – like – you were genuinely curious,” she says, her words coming out between breaths when I twirl my tongue around her nipple. “Mmm,” she moans. “I really like that.”
“Yeah?” I let my lips fall down her body, kissing all over her stomach. “I bet you’ll like this even more,” I tell her, kissing all the way down until I reach her panties. I start to pull them off her, but when she sits up on the bed, I stop and look up at her.
“You don’t need to do that,” she says, looking embarrassed all of a sudden.
My brows tug together as I rest my hands on her thighs. “You don’t like it?”
She looks to the side and lets out a sigh. “It doesn’t work for me,” she says.
My jaw clenches, my body going red hot at the thought of any guy who came before me, who saw her like this, and who let her believe she couldn’t come from oral. “Who the hell said that?”
She shakes her head, looking back at me. “It doesn’t matter,” she says. “It just takes too long, and I know most guys don’t like that.”
Fucking pathetic. Whoever made her believe she wasn’t worth the time it took to bring her pleasure was a pathetic boy. I lean down and press my lips against her open thighs. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a long time,” I tell her, teasing her with just the press of my lips against her soft inner thigh. “The thought of eating your pussy makes me so fucking hard it aches. But if you really don’t want me to, just say the word.” Ilift my head to make sure she hears me. “I’ll listen to you. Every time.”
Her lips part, and I can tell she loves the idea of me between her thighs, but she doesn’t say anything, so I press my lips against her thighs again. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask her.
She lets out another desperate whimper and shakes her head, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
I smile, fucking ravenous for a taste of her. “Good girl. Just hold on, baby. Pull my hair if you need to, scream down this whole hotel, but don’t you dare tell me it takes too long.” I pull down her panties and fling them across the room, staring at her bare pussy in front of me. My cock twitches, and I feel a spurt of pre cum in my boxers. Fuck, I’m so close to coming without her ever even touching me. “I’ll stay here all night between your legs if need be.” I grip her thighs and spread her wider. “I just want to make you feel good.”
She lets out a breath and falls back onto the bed, her gorgeous body twitching, moaning when the first lash of my tongue hits her. I lick up the sides, teasing her, before I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, savoring every inch of her pussy.
It isn’t long until her hand reaches out and grips onto my hair. A moan rips from my throat. “That’s it. Grab on while I eat this pretty little pussy.”
She lets out another sweet little cry and lifts her hips. “God, that feels so good.”
Takes her too long, my ass. I haven’t even had my fill of her, and she’s already right there. Her pussy spills with hot liquid from her arousal, coating my tongue.
I grip her thighs, spreading her out even wider, and dive in, French kissing her pussy like a man starved. “Você me enlouquece,” I murmur against her.Youdrive me crazy.“Fuck, you taste so good.” I lap up at her entrance, tasting how wet she’s gotten. “I’d gladly survive on the taste of your pussy alone.”
A moan escapes her, turning into a sharp gasp when I plunge my tongue in her tight entrance. Can’t fucking wait to feel her tighten around my cock. She bumps her hips over my tongue, and I can tell she’s right on the edge. “Fuck yes. Grind on my face, Madeline. Let me taste your cum.”
My words throw her straight over the edge, and more hot liquid pours out of her, onto my tongue. The taste of her makes me into an animal, groaning as I lap her up. She throws her head back and lets out an anguished moan, her hand tightening on my hair as she comes all over my tongue.
She twitches and moans so fucking beautifully until her orgasm starts to ease away, and her breathing returns to normal. I pull back, in complete awe of her, unable to stop the grin forming on my face, as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
