Page 130 of Pretty Broken Wings
When he doesn’t do anything, I look down, and there’s a teasing look in his eye.
“Gage,” I growl.
He pulls away from me for a second. “As you wish.” Then his fingers press into me and brush against my G-spot. Sparks flash across my vision, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
He presses into me and eats, getting me so close to my orgasm. Every time I’m almost there, he backs off just the slightest bit. After the third time, I realize he’s doing it on purpose.
I sit up. “Get up here.”
Gage looks up at me, his gaze hazy.
I pat the bed beside me. “Hurry.”
Gage hesitates but does as I ask.
“Flip,” I demand, so he’s lying on his back. His eyes widen as he realizes I’m about to straddle his face. Then, I settle down on his tongue, and he lets out a vibrating groan. I lean into it, feeling the groan get me right up to the edge of an orgasm again.
I lean forward toward where his dick is hard and throbbing against his stomach. “Were you being a tease?”
Gage can’t answer ‘cause I’m on his mouth, but then I grab his dick, and he grunts. He stiffens in my hold, hot and throbbing.
“Couldn’t be you, right?” I stroke him up and down, smirking at the way his dick jumps in my hand.
Then Gage attacks my clit harder, sucking on it and pulsing his mouth. I hiss, frozen in pleasure for a second.
No. I renew my efforts on his dick, stroking it up and down, cupping my hand over the tip, and spitting on it. Then, I take him into my mouth.
Gage’s whole body locks up, and his mouth freezes on me.
I let go of him with a pop. “I’ll teach you to edge me.”
I set to do just that. I suck Gage with a fervor I’ve never sucked before, enjoying every slight movement that he gives. Every sound, every gasp for air around my pussy. I hold myself over his face longer and longer, cutting off his air while I stroke his dick with my mouth. Every time I feel his balls draw up, I back away.
After the third time, Gage is sputtering.
“Please,” he says, but it’s muffled.
I snort. Please is so uncreative. Boring, almost. I just tickle my finger down the underside of his shaft, feeling goosebumps perk up on his thighs.
“Make me come, and this wouldn’t have to happen.”
Then he brings all his attention to my clit, licking and sucking it until I’m right at the edge, shivering. Then, with one powerful pulse of his mouth, I fall over the edge, coming on his face.
Gage groans into me, vibrating my orgasm higher, longer. I shake with pleasure, exploding on his tongue, stomach clenching in waves.
Finally, when I come down, I pant onto his dick, which is throbbing in my hand. When I stroke him, Gage whimpers, “Raven, please,” he pants.
“Please?” I’m still trying to catch my breath.
“Fuck, I—fuck!” His voice changes as I stroke all the way to his tip.
I place my lips on him. “Hmmm.”
His hips shift. “I’m gonna…”
“What? You’re gonna come?” Immediately, I freeze all of my movements. Gage groans, body trembling.
“You haven’t gotten permission yet.”
