Page 83 of Sweet Caroline
“You’re doing so good,” I whisper, experimenting with only the smallest movements, the lightest pressure, as she lifts and lowers, sliding her wet pussy up and down the length of my dick. “You’re making me feel so good too. Look how fucking hard I am for you.”
Mewling moans escape her throat, and I pulse against her with need. When she starts to push back against the toy, I move it away, drinking in the frustrated pinch between her brows.
“You need more?” I rasp against her cheek. When she nods, I reach for the lube and coat the plug generously. “Okay. We’re gonna make you feel so good, baby.” I slip it back between her cheeks. “There?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Right there.”
“Just a little bit,” I murmur against her neck as I angle the plug, pressing in gently. “So slow.”
“So slow,” she echoes in agreement, though she tilts her hips, subtly increasing the pressure.
I follow her lead, pushing in slightly more each time she flexes back against my hand, letting her adjust. “So proud of you,” I whisper into her hair as she gasps through the last push and it slides inside. “How does it feel?”
“Good. Buzzy, obviously, and… heavy. Full.”
“You did so good.” My pulse beats like a drum through my cock and I fist it for her in long, slow strokes.
Arousal flushes Caroline’s cheeks as she watches me, rollingand pinching her hard nipples. “This is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done.”
Her words are tentative—whispered and unsure—but they slip up and down my spinal cord. There’s something about knowing she’s testing her limits with me that sets my brain and dick on fire simultaneously.
“Yeah?” I kiss her long and deep, swallowing every delicious whimper she makes. “Do you like how it feels?”
“Yes.” The word is like a sigh of relief.
“Then maybe dirty’s what you like.” I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard as she arches into me, running her fingers through my hair. I let go, grazing her taut flesh with my teeth. “Maybe you shouldn’t fight it.”
She reaches between us to work her fingers over her clit, looking almost pained.
“You like breaking the rules, don’t you? Playing with those gorgeous tits for me… touching yourself and taking a plug in your perfect ass when you’re supposed to be such a good girl.”
She tries to stifle a whine. “We’re being so bad.”
“I know.” I love watching her like this but,fuck, I need more. Grasping her jaw, I pull her in for a kiss and flick my tongue against hers. “Mmm, baby, can you do something for me?”
“What?”
“Get up here so I can taste you.” I lean back to peel off my T-shirt.
She slowly crawls off my lap and I turn, unable to tear my eyes away when I catch a glimpse of the bright blue plug between her gorgeous ass cheeks.
I nearly stumble trying to tear off my pants and socks. By some miracle, I remember to grab the tiny remote before I dive between her legs, lapping at her cunt like I’m dying of thirst. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
“I wanna taste you too,” she says between little moans.
My resolve falters. “Fuck, okay, fine. Turn around.” I scoot up the bed and she spins, dropping her knees on either side of my head. Greedy for more, I yank her hips down, sucking her clit hard and fast.
“Miles!” she cries out, gripping my thighs. It’s got to be a lot—the vibration in her ass and my tongue working her clit.
I break away. “Sorry, that okay?”
“Yes,” she says quickly.
“You said you were a bit tender from?—”
“Please,” she cuts me off. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, thank fuck.”
