Page 81 of My Turn Petal
Inhaling through my nose, my eyes rotate to the back of my head.
For long minutes, he brings me to the edge and withdraws. His fingers are still in my mouth. My clit is ready to go off like a bomb as he continues to rub it.
When he sees I need to catch my breath, he pulls his finger out.
“Fuck me now. Do it.” I whisper the words, meaning every syllable. “I want you.” His face changes in an instant.
Breathing erratically, his body is a warm blanket to mine.
Our mouths crush hard, he continues to rub my clit and consumes every breath I have to offer. “Not here. Not like this.”
The way his fingers assault my clit is too much for me to hold back anymore. I grind against them and come hard. Cadence moans burst out of me as I drown under the immense wave of pleasure.
“That’s a good fucking girl.” He collects the traces of my cum and sucks it in his mouth. “Shame we didn’t have an audience.”
Helping me to get up, he fixes my skirt and runs his hand along my body, getting rid of the dirt clinging to me.
“What about my underwear?” I ask.
“What about them?” he replies nonchalantly.
I cross my hands over my chest, arching a brow as I step closer to him. “I’m gonna need them for the ride home.”
Looking down at me, he comments, “I’m not done with you.”
Theo
ClosinginonFrankie’sbike, a snap tears through the wind.
Even without turning, I knew she had a stick between her tiny hands.
That tricky woman is relentless and I can get enough of her. I want to lick the apple fragrance off her skin and leave my scent for days. Bite down her flesh and leave my mark everywhere. See her writhing beneath me when I fuck her.
I make a low grunt.
I drape one leg over the bike, linking it with the ground, “Come here.” I gesture my head toward the passenger seat and wait for her to straddle the spot in front of me.
She does, spreading her jacket on the handles before she’s draping her legs over mine, giving me direct access to her pussy.
She knows what she wants and she is not afraid to show it.
I push a finger into her, knowing she will resist me at first but easing her is the best part. The reward of coercing her body into inviting me in is a pleasure unlike any other.
I feel a tiny pressure on her part but not as we first began. “Relax, petal. Take a deep breath and let me in.” My tone comes off demanding but saying those words is like a switch button in her brain. She immediately loosens.
It’s not an everyday occurrence, but with one finger and no pressure, she’s letting me in. And that’s all I want from her. To trust me and take her time while she heals.
For her, I will wait time and time again just to bring a smile across her face and free her mind and soul.
I know the guys that were in her life bailed on her at any given moment. I’m a man who shows his exact intent whether the person in front of me is ready to hear it or not. I will show it at any given moment because I want the same dedication.
I can tell her how easy it is to fall in love with her, but it’ll mean shit if I don’t show it. I can buy her flowers or take her for a walk on the beach, but it’ll mean shit if we’re not on the same page.
She was upfront with me when she told me all about her condition and continued to tutor me. She wasn’t ashamed to tell me what it was like and what might help her. And I will dedicate my time to finding more ideas we can explore.
Pulling my cock out, she wraps her small hand around it. “In my head, it’s your cock that is inside me.”
She moans as I twist my finger inside her walls, making my way farther. Her pussy clenches and drips around me.
