Page 85 of Sweet Caroline
“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” I reassure her. “You leveled the fuck up.”
She laughs.
“In fact,” I say as I guide her onto her back. “I think I might need you to do that again.”
“Well,” she says, peering up at me, her light eyes dark with desire. She reaches for my hips. “Maybe I want more too.”
“Yeah?” When she nods, I let her guide me into position so I’m straddling her rib cage. “Where do you want it, baby?” I let my gaze drop to her peaked nipples, imagining streaks of my cum over her chest.
Slowly, almost reverently, she strokes me with both hands, biting her lip. “I don’t know.”
“Well, y’know,” I muse, “good girls… get cum on their tits.” I pinch both nipples hard.
With a whimper, she arches up. “But… I’m not a good girl, remember?”
“Oh,” I say, pretending like I’d forgotten. “That’s right.” I slipmy hand up to gently collar her throat. “Well,naughtygirls… they get cum on their necks.”
She tilts her head back, her voice breaking. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. But…badgirls,” I continue, tugging her chin down as I brush my thumb over her parted lips, not missing how her grip tightens on my cock, “bad girls get cum on their faces.”
Her breath stutters at my words.
I take over, stroking myself above her, my jaw clenching as I try to draw this out. “So tell me where you want it. Tell me what kind of girl you wanna be tonight, Caroline.”
“Bad.” The word rushes out without hesitation. “I wanna be bad. Please.”
I almost growl in response.
She tucks her arms between my legs as I shift my knees higher, getting into position. “Tell me. Tell me you want it on your pretty face.” I speed up, squeezing myself tighter with each stroke. “Fucking say it.”
“I want it on my face.” She nods quickly. Only one of her arms circles around my thigh, and I can tell from the desperate way she’s writhing under me that she’s touching herself with her other hand.
“Say you want it”—my voice gets rougher as my release builds—“on these perfect lips.”
“All over my lips.” She practically whines the words—those dirty, feral words I know she’s been aching to let out. “My lips. My tongue. I want it dripping off my fucking chin, Miles,please!”
“Fuuuuuck,” I practically groan out, my neurons momentarily liquefied by the filthy image my girl just served up. “You wanna be my messy… little slut?” I barely get the words out. I’m about to burst. About to combust.
“Yes! Please. I need it.” She curls up toward the aching, throbbing head of my dick. “Make me messy.”
Everything whites out as pleasure lights me from head to toe. Itilt forward, spurting over those beautiful lips with a deep moan, painting her cheeks, her chin, her delicate nose… and then I sink into her mouth, muffling her cries.
She sucks the last of it eagerly, drawing out the incredible, dizzying sensation until I’m shaking. It isn’t long before her own stifled gasps pitch up to tell me she’s coming again too.
The moment I can see straight again, I reach back and sink my fingers into her pulsing cunt, curling them and quickly coaxing her into another ecstatic wave that soaks my palm.
“Fuck, you love being so full, huh? You can’t stop coming.”
She can only whimper around my cock.
“You’re making such a mess with all your pretty holes filled.” I shift my hips back and she lets go of me with a slick pop, then lets her head fall back on the bed in a tangle of blonde curls.
Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips are painted in my release, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
Still slowly working my fingers inside her as her orgasm wanes, I use my free hand to wipe the cum from her cheek, slipping my finger into her mouth. “Clean it up.”
She licks and sucks it with a low hum, her eyes rolling as her pussy clenches around my fingers.
