Page 19 of Foul & Fake
How quickly he gets me out of my bra should be illegal, and that’s nothing compared to the way it feels when he sucks my nipple between his teeth and slips his hand into my panties. We groan in unison as he circles my clit, and I get lost there. It feels amazing when I do it myself, even better with my vibrator, but there’s always something missing. I know exactly what I’m going to do, how I’ll move. It’s entirely different with Eli. I’m falling apart almost too quickly, my body beginning to shake, warning him exactly how close I am and when he stops moving completely and just stares down at me I feel like I might die.
“Not yet. Not until I can see all of you.”
He pulls off my panties with a cocky smirk, like he hasn’t seen this before.
Like he doesn’t already have it on video.
I was so fucking close that I’m squirming now, reaching down to touch it myself.
“Riley,” he growls, slapping my hand away and roughly spreading my legs. “This is mine tonight, and you’re going to come on my tongue before you ever come on my cock.”
When he dives in I think I have an out-of-body experience. This isn’t a first for me, but it may as well be. He’s so much better than the others.
Screaming his name, I don’t last a full minute before I’m coming on his tongue, his hands pinning me there so all I can do is take it as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I’m practically shoving him away by the time he comes up for air, and when he hops off the bed to shove his boxers down, I finally get to see his fully erect cock bounce free.
He truly does have a beautiful body. Toned lines, soft, blemish-free skin, and the most perfect looking cock head I’veever seen. There’s a geometric tattoo of a camera on his right thigh, and the waveform of a song along his ribs I couldn’t guess if I tried, but when he climbs onto the bed with his hand wrapped around his dick, my curiosity fades to the background.
This is actually happening.
“Do you know how good my name sounds on your lips?”
“About as good as mine sounds on yours.” I give him a moment and stare at the chain hanging from his neck, but when he slots between my legs, I reach out to stop him. “Do you have a condom?”
“Oh shit, yeah.” He drops down a little to reach into his nightstand, his warm, heavy cock brushing against my swollen clit as he shuffles around in there. It takes him a moment to find one, and then it’s like my own personal little porno as I get to watch him rip it open with his teeth and roll it down his aching shaft.
I almost regret it. Almost.
Reaching down, I grip his cock and slap it against my clit, then angle up. I’m done waiting. “Give it to me, Eli.”
“You want it, cupcake? It’s yours.”
In one solid thrust, Eli buries himself inside of me with a groan, his body stilling when he bottoms out to let us both catch our breath, and I feel so damn full it’s overwhelming. “Wait,” I beg. “Oh my god.”
“Shhh…” he whispers, nuzzling his nose along my cheek. “It’s Elias, sweet girl. We don’t want god watching this.”
Holy fuck.
He’s too big, he’s too hot, and I’m not nearly experienced enough to not be affected by it. “God isn’t real anyway,” I whisper. “You are.”
“Damn right I am.”
His mouth finds mine in a heated kiss, my own flavor on his tongue loosening me up as it dances with mine.
It’s enough that when he starts to move, I can take it. It’s slow, steady, almost hypnotic, dragging me under until my eyes are fluttering closed and pleasure rolls through me in waves. There’s nothing rushed about it, no sign that he’s chasing his own release and leaving me behind.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps, one of his hands snaking its away up my body to cup my breast. “You should see how good we look right now. Open your eyes, baby.”
When he grabs my chin and tilts my gaze to the side it’s a little rough, but I can’t find any complaints as I meet his eyes in the mirror and watch him as he moves in and out of me.
It’s surreal. My whole body is flushed, but from this angle, it looks amazing. Like my thicker thighs were made to be wrapped around some cocky soccer boy, like I was always meant to watch it happen.
It takes my breath away.
“Look at you take it,” his grip tightens on my chin, hips snapping a little harder. “Look at how you have to just lay there and take my cock. There’s nowhere for you to run this time, cupcake.”
He’s right. I’m completely at his mercy for him to use as he pleases, but for once in my life, that doesn’t scare me. For once, letting a man control me feels good. He’s not forcing me to get straight A’s or join a thousand after school programs to get scholarships, he’s not forcing me to wear short skirts so he has something to look at as I wait tables. He’s showing me how beautiful I can be. How strong.
