Page 92 of The Hearts We Fumble
This girl, she’s gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.
She leans forward, flicking her tongue over the swollen head, and I hiss, my hips jerking on instinct.
“Take off your shirt for me, baby.”
She bites her lip, eyes never leaving mine as she peels off her hoodie, revealing bare, perfect tits.
Fuck. No bra. Thank you, Jesus.
She leans back in, wrapping her lips around me, and holy hell, she’s perfect.
She struggles to take all of me, her tits pressing into my thighs, her fingers digging into my hips as she adjusts, letting me stretch her mouth.
I reach down, pinching one of her tight, rosy nipples between my fingers, and she lets out the sweetest little squeak.
“Relax your throat, baby,” I murmur, stroking her cheek. “Take all of me.”
She moans, the vibrations shooting straight through me as she exhales through her nose and swallows me down.
The resistance at the back of her throat is brief before she takes me deeper, her fingers stroking in rhythm.
Tears prick the corners of her eyes as she looks up at me, and fuck, I’m done for.
“Holy shit,” I groan, tipping my head back. “That mouth is gonna ruin me.”
She pulls off for a breath, her lips slick, her tongue teasing the underside of my shaft before she takes me deep again.
Once.
Twice.
And I’m barely holding on.
“I’m close, baby.” My voice is rough, strangled. “You wanna swallow me, or should I come all over those pretty tits?”
She doesn’t answer with words.
She just takes me deeper.
Her fingers slide between my legs, cupping my balls, and that’s it.
With a deep growl, I slide my hands into her hair, holding her to me as I spill hot and thick down her throat.
When I blink my eyes open, she’s sitting back on her heels, her hand buried between her legs, her body trembling as she rides the edge of her own orgasm.
I groan, my cock twitching despite being spent. “Holy shit, baby. That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her cheeks are flushed, lips slick, eyes hazy with pleasure.
I grab her wrist, pulling her hand free from the front of her sweatpants, then lift her fingers to my mouth, sucking each one clean.
Her breath stutters, pupils blowing wide.
“You only do that when you’re with me.” My voice is rough and possessive. She nods, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “You can touch yourself anytime you’re with me, but only when we’re together. Because this…” I take her finger deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. “This is mine.”
“Zane,” she breathes.
“Say it, firecracker.” I grip her chin, forcing her gaze to mine. “Tell me this pussy and this cum are mine.”
