Page 89 of The Other Side of Paradise
God, I never wanted this to stop. I grabbed her tighter by the hair, hard enough it tugged on her hair, and I shoved her harder into me, and she made the sexiest sound, like it was thebiggest turn-on she’d felt in her life. If she insisted. I wasn’t mad about getting to fuck her face.
“That’s it,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice sweet and encouraging. “Good girl. Keep going. Keep fucking taking it, Allison. Fuck, I’m going to come all over you, you’re doing such a good job—sogood the way you suck on my clit—you’re such a good girl for me. Keep going—fuck—I’m coming—”
I hadn’t expected to come so fast, jolting up inside me in a sudden swell, and I cried out in pleasure, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her into me, rocking my hips against her mouth, her pretty little mouth, her hot wet mouth where she sucked on my clit, looking up at me with those pretty brown eyes, and fuckme,I was—
I squeezed my eyes shut, grinding my hips up against her and riding the wave of pleasure before I collapsed against the couch back, breathing hard, and I only realized I was still holding onto Allison by the hair when she made a small whimpering noise from me tugging, and I laughed in surprise, pushing myself to force my hands open despite the way they wanted to clench. Released her to where she pulled back, kissing my thigh, and I looked down hazily to see how fucking beautiful she looked like that, down on her knees covered in my wetness and feeling so good, so happy to have made me feel good.
“You are so fucking good at that,” I laughed breathlessly.
“Thanks,” she said, laughing with, a playful spark in her eyes even with the bright-red coloration as she rested her head on my thigh. “That was the best it’s ever been for me, just for the record.”
“What, because I was telling you what a good girl you are, or because my pussy is just… transcendental?”
“I mean, duh, of course you have a transcendental pussy. But it was that. And also that, uh, well, you know. It felt likeyou’d break a bone in my face for a second there. That’s the hottest thing in the universe.”
I laughed. “Does that mean I’m clear to sit on your face next time?”
“Oh—next time.” She went wide-eyed, and I furrowed my brow.
“Please don’t run away again. My god. I just want to kiss you and have sex with you.”
“I-I mean, I’m not complaining,” she blurted, putting a hand over her face. “It’s just… you know, you’re leaving soon, and I… well…”
“That’s a problem for another day. Please. I’m not ready to give this up just yet.”
“I-I mean, if you’re okay with me getting way too fucking attached…”
“Please do. I’d hate to be the only one.”
She looked up at me wide-eyed. “The only…”
“Come up here and kiss me.”
She did. Shedidlike doing as she was told, after all. We kissed, long and slow and languid, as she straddled my thigh, rocking against me—I could feel her wetness all over my leg, and it wasn’t as gross as I thought it’d be. Actually kind of a huge fucking turn-on.
She really got this wet from licking my pussy? God. I never wanted this to end either.
I broke off from the kiss, looking her in the eye as I said, “Allison?”
“Y-yeah?”
I licked my lips slowly, and I pushed my hand down between her legs. She tightened, eyes wide, but she closed them with a soft moan when I pushed through the awkward hesitation to touch her.
She was… soft. Wet. Blazingly hot. Andsoresponsive—rocked her hips against my hand with a whimper, and she opened her eyes with a shaky breath as I moved my fingers side-to-side on her clit, just like she’d been fantasizing about.
“Oh, god—oh my god. Stella—are you—”
“Be a good girl and take it,” I whispered, and she moaned louder, throwing her head back.
“Oh, fuck me, that’s so hot.”
“Ah-ah. What do you say?”
“Yes—yes, ma’am. I’ll take… anything you want… a-anything at all, ma’am,” she said, her voice getting shakier and more desperate as I moved my fingers against her, slipping through her folds and back up to her clit.
“Good girl. You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? So wet from licking my pussy, just like I wanted you to be. You’re doing such a good job.”
“Oh, god. Thank you, ma’am. I aim to… please…”
