Page 56 of Foul & Fake
“Lick me and then kiss me,” she whispers. “I want more.”
Leaning in, I swipe my tongue up her cunt slowly, moaning as her flavor coats it and a string of her arousal lingers as I pull away.
When I kiss her deeply it feels much less like a game, and more like a dying need to keep her here forever, but I push that thought aside and lose myself in her.
Especially when she reaches between us without breaking the kiss and guides my cock to that wet little hole.
God, I wanted to eat her pussy until the whole dorm heard her scream my name, but I’m too weak to fight this. It feels so good we both gasp, that kiss only breaking so we can stare into each other’s eyes as I sink all the way inside, and then our kiss becomes feverish.
The little growl that leaves her makes my dick throb, so I grip her chin and turn her face toward the mirror. I don’t sayanything at all as I watch her watching us, I just take in the flecks in her wide eyes, the way her lips part, the way those sinful glasses sit on the bridge of her nose.
I’ll never find anyone like her again. When she’s gone, it’s over, and deep down, there’s some fucked up part of me that’s searching for another way to force her to stay.
But I won’t.
Not this time. No, this time I’ll let us both fall into a fantasy until Christmas break, and when we say our goodbyes I’ll finally stop being selfish.
I just have to hope she decides later on that I’m worth the trouble, because if she doesn’t I don’t know who I’ll become.
I’ve got to get out of my head.
My thrusts have slowed to the point that she’s noticing, making her body rock into me impatiently with the cutest little pout I’ve ever seen. I think I just edged her.
“Tell me how good we look,” I command, snapping my hips hard enough to make her whimper.
“Good,” she says quickly, then watches in the mirror as I run my hand down her thigh and wrap her leg around my ass. “Like we were made for each other.”
“Because. We. Are.” I punctuate each word with a thrust, my teeth pinching the skin of her throat before I turn my face and watch for myself.
She’s right, our bodies mold together perfectly, her small frame perfectly fitted together with mine like that last piece of a puzzle.
It’s hard not to think of those prank videos where someone tips the table over and all those pieces fall to the floor, but in this case I have no one to blame for the destruction but myself.
I’ve ruined the beautiful picture this could have been, destroyed what we both only caught a glimpse of, and this right here is all I’ll ever have of her.
So I have to make it count.
“Say my fucking name.” Even to my ears I sound angry, so before she thinks that anger is pointed at her, I continue. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”
Tell me it isn’t all bad.
Her body answers before her mouth can. I feel her tighten around me, pulsing and strangling my cock as her eyelids flutter and bliss takes over her face. “Oh god,” she whimpers, nails digging into my back as her tits bounce under my jersey. “So good. I love—” my heart skips a beat as she stutters — “your cock.”
I love… everything about you.
The thought is jarring, deafening, and so fucking true my hips falter. I scream those three words in my mind, drowning under the weight of them as I begin fucking her so hard I fear I’m hurting her.
But I can’t stop.
Her cries and whimpers only make me go faster, my fingers leaving tiny bruises everywhere I touch, and somehow I convince myself that she’ll be able to read my mind if I never stop.
I love you. I love you.I. Love. You.
Fuck, I’m too close.
The way she moans my name as she comes again makes me weak. There’s something different in her eyes now, I just wish it meant she was hearing me.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn, wishing I could pull myself back from the ledge, but with how gorgeously boneless my girl looks I can’t fight it. I need to feel closer to her, and there’s always time for a round two. “Your pussy is begging to be filled, baby.”
