Page 83 of Play Fake
I cry out some moaning, incoherent sounds as I try to get a grip, but what he’s doing to my pussy is causing everything else to short-circuit. My brain can’t seem to focus on anything exceptfor the pleasure he’s delivering, and myGod, is he delivering. His tongue dips back down inside me, and he thumbs my clit at the same time.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“You,” I cry.
“What do you want me to do? You have to ask for it, baby. You deserve everything you want. Don’t be shy.”
“My clit!” I cry, and I thought I’d feel weird asking for what I want, but I don’t. He’s telling me to do it, and he’s right. I deserve what I want. He’s teaching me to ask for it. “I want your tongue on my clit and your finger inside.”
He does exactly as I ask, and my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. It’s this rush of pleasure that I can’t even begin to define that plows into me with an excruciating, blazing force. My legs clench together as my entire body tightens while this release pumps through me, throb after intense throb, and he somehow follows the jerking of my hips, his tongue still moving in and out of me even though my knees are pressing against his head. I scream his name as I fly through it, not really sure where I’m going or what I’m doing, as it feels like all I can see are stars peppering the darkness with my eyes squeezed shut and my body writhing along with the motion.
When the pulses start to slow, I gradually force my knees to relax their grip on his ears, and he sits back on his knees. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and he raises a brow as his lip curls into a sexy smile.
“Fuck, Ains. That was the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
My cheeks flush. Hell, I think my entire body might flush.
It might’ve been the hottest thing he’s ever seen, but it was the hottest thing I’ve everexperienced, too.
And we’re only getting started.
He reaches into his back pocket and produces a condom, but I sit up and set my hand on his arm to stop him. His brows push together in confusion as he angles his head to look at me.
I raise a brow and nod toward his dick, and he seems to get what I’m saying.
“Take off your pants,” I say.
He chuckles. He shakes his head a little lazily. “You want them off? You take them off.”
I’m not sure why his words aresoincredibly steamy, but they are. It’s a clear demand for dominance after he just told me to ask for what I want, and I am willing to bend to his every word. I love when he tells me what to do. He’s experienced at this, and I’m not. And if he wants me to take off his pants? Hell yeah, I’ll do it.
I’ll freaking pull them down with my teeth if he asked me to. That’s how good that last orgasm he gave me was.
I flick the button of his jeans and start to yank them down, but he’s not moving from his position where he’s on his knees over my legs, still sitting back on his legs.
I force my legs out from under him, and I move so I’m kneeling in front of him. I can’t push his pants down if he doesn’t move, so instead, I pull the zipper down, reach in, and stroke his cock under his boxers for a few seconds.
He tilts his head as he watches me, completely in control of the situation despite the fact that I literally have him by the balls at the moment.
I pull his cock out, and I glance up at him, curious about his reaction. He hasn’t really moved at all. I see the heat in his eyes, though, and it’s a dead giveaway that he wants this. Wantsme. He’s just watching me to see what move I’ll make next, and there’s something really hot about having all the power in this moment.
I get off the couch and move to the floor, his cock still in my hand, and I push on his hip to indicate he should move. Hefinally does, unfolding his legs from beneath him, and he sits on the couch with his feet on either side of me on the floor. This is a much better angle to work with, and I sit up a little higher, bend over him, and lick the tip of his cock. I look up at him, and he’s looking down at me, and a searing moment passes between us before I keep my eyes on him as I suck his cock into my mouth.
“Ohhhh fuck,” he moans, and his hand moves over my head, where he gently presses the back as if to tell me to take him deeper.
I do, breaking our eye contact so I can take him all the way to the back of my throat until his cock is choking me and cutting off my air supply. It’s not in a panicked kind of way but rather in a hot-as-hell kind of way. I know I’m still fully in control even though he’s trying to control from over me, and just as he pushes the back of my head, he thrusts his hips.
He lets out possibly the sexiest little growly moan I’ve ever heard when he does it, and the fact that I’m turning him on as much as I am gives me the sort of power trip I wasn’t expecting to feel in this moment.
It’s hot. It’s sexy.
It’s achingly beautiful, so achingly that my own body starts to throb for him.
I’m new at a lot of this. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had a cock in my mouth. I’m not totally innocent. But I’m inexperienced compared to him, not that I particularly want in this moment to think about the sheer number of women he’s been with. Still, the way he’s reacting to what I’m doing to him makes me feel like I’m the queen of the world. Like I’m the only one who matters. Like whoever came before me couldn’t possibly have given him what I can.
Maybe he makes every woman feel that way, or maybe I really am special. I can fool myself into thinking I am, anyway.
I bob my head up and down his shaft, and he occasionally pushes my head down further. He holds me there for a few beats,and sometimes he takes over and thrusts into my mouth, taking what he needs from me.
