Page 82 of Lovesick
A devilish grin touches Merit’s lips, and she pulls me closer to her with her long, lithe legs, the heels of her feet digging into my shoulder blades. I’m inches away from her divine pussy—I can smell the heady scent of her arousal, can imagine the sticky discomfort of it slathered to the gusset of her underwear.
I wind my hand behind my head to grab her ankle, and the unexpected force draws a quiet mewl from her, her tits rising with an aborted breath.
She has the high ground. She’ll always have it.
She licks the front of her teeth. “Yeah? You wanna tell me how much you need me?”
I whimper—yes,whimper. MU’s resident Goody Two-shoes has the hockey captain on his knees, begging to let him fuck her.
“I’ve been so patient. I’ll do anything to make you feel good. You know that, don’t you?”
I turn my head to press a chaste kiss to the inside of her thigh, still enforcing my grip on her ankle and loving when she trembles underneath my lips.
Her eyes are lidded, twin pools promising me euphoria in its rawest form—unpolished, uncut, undeniablymine. “Are you my good boy?”
Oh, fuck.
There’s a throbbing in my cock that wasn’t there before, and my pain receptors are working overtime between the unremedied pressure in my balls and the paresthesia flooding my legs. “I’m your good boy, baby. Please. Please let me show you how good I can be.”
Merit takes the reins and grabs a chunk of my hair, yanking harshly. I lurch forward, nose brushing her clothed cunt, and her musk dislodges the fossilized desire behind my sternum.
“We—we don’t have a condom,” she breathes, squirming her hips around to alleviate the pulsing ache between her legs.
While I’ve got my face buried in her pussy, I pull some of her thong into my mouth, sucking on that cum-drenched spot until a salty tang hits the back of my tongue.Fucking ambrosial.
My girl whines for the friction she deserves, her other hand slapping against the glass of the box.
When I realize the hiccup in our plan, I release her underwear from my teeth like a stubborn dog, looking up at her through a dazed haze.
Disappointment is the first runner-up to worry. I don’t want her to feel like she has to do anything that compromises herreproductive health. “It’s okay. We don’t have to. I can just pleasure you instead. I can wait.”
Apparently, that’s the wrong answer.
“Well, I can’t,” she tells me, and the truth hits me square in the chest like a sledgehammer.
Merit Lawson is going to kill me.
“I’m on birth control.”
“Merit…”
“Crew,please. I need to feel you raw. I want you to fill me to the fucking brim until I can’t hold your cum anymore—until you’re dripping down my thighs. I’ll do anything to be your good little cum slut.”
Cum slut? Yep, I’m dead.
My name on her tongue is like a life preserver, and I’m paddling toward it after days of being adrift at sea. Blood simmering with adrenaline, I use the momentum to strip down to my boxers, groaning when the cold air caresses my distended bulge.
Merit clucks her tongue, sitting up so she can fondle my granite-hard erection, my cock twitching underneath her touch. It also doesn’t help that I completely embarrass myself and saturate the fabric with a notable spurt of pre-cum.
“Aw, baby. If I’d known it was this bad, I would’ve helped you out a lot sooner. Look at you, making a mess for me already. Leaking just from my touch alone,” she coos.
Before I can scramble for my dignity, Merit slips my boxers down to my ankles impatiently, and my dick springs out to whack against my stomach with an ungodly amount of force. The flushed head is ruddy as it juts out between us, prominent veins tracing the thick length like a trail of breadcrumbs to an ultimate detonation point. The slit shamelessly oozes a milky pearl, which then drips onto the cold, rubber flooring.
Her eyes are twice their normal size, and she drags herfinger through the coarse hairs at the root, then over the faint happy trail that extends to my navel.
She’s teasing me. I’m going to blow my load before I’m even inside her.
Merit is all feminine wiles and a deceptively innocent smile. “Have I ever told you how sexy your happy trail is?”
