Page 12 of My Summer Fling

“Noah,” I complain.

“Just like I remember. You taste sweet like sunshine.”

I wrap my arms around him and pull him down on top of me, catching his mouth with mine as our hips grind together. He still has his boxers on, and I try to push them off with my feet but he pulls back, not letting me take control.

“There’s one thing I need you to do before we do this, Millie.” His face is serious and his tone implies it’s important. I take a breath and give him my attention. He looks up past me and then reaches over and grabs my phone off the nightstand.

“My phone? Do I need to make a phone call?” I ask him, teasing him because I’m confused as to where this is going.

“No, Millie.” He smiles and that dimple pops back out. “If we’re going to do this—be together this summer—you aren’t going to be with anyone else. You’re mine.” He kisses me. “And I’m yours.” He kisses me again. “So text your little fuck boy and tell him it’s over. Because I refuse to share.”

That one littlestatement does all sorts of things to my brain and my vagina.

Also my heart, but we aren’t going to go there.

I unlock my phone and find my text thread with Brandon. It’s really shitty to break up with someone over text, but it’s not like he’s actually my boyfriend. We even agreed to keep it casual. Neither one of us want anything serious, just a casual lay when either of us needs it.

“Hey, Brandon,” I read out loud as I type. “I’ve been thinking, and I have a lot going on this summer.” Noah kisses my arm and then the side of my breast before sucking a nipple into his mouth. I gasp but continue. “I think it’s best if we just part ways. Sorry to do this over text,” I add at the end as Noah’s teeth rake over the sensitive nub of my nipple. “But I needed to get it off my mind. I wish you nothing but the best.”

“Send it,” Noah growls out, grinding his hips against my center. My clit jumps for fucking joy at finally getting the attention she desires. I hit send on my phone and toss it to the floor, taking Noah’s face in my hands and bringing him up for a kiss.

Our tongues dance together, and he finally lets me push his boxers down, freeing his cock. It’s heavy and dripping on my stomach as he kicks them the rest of the way off. It drives me mad with lust that I can do that to him. I’m the cause of that massive boner.

“Jesus,” I breathe as he sits back on his knees, and I get an eye full. “I don’t remember it being that big.” I’m not so sure that is going to fit. I mean, sure, it fit before … I guess … but that looks so, so much bigger. Can they grow? Did it grow?

I can’t decide if my pussy is a lucky girl or if she should be afraid…

His laughter brings me out of my chaotic thoughts, shoving me right back into the moment.

“Your thoughts are written all over your face.” The soft palms of his hands run up my thighs and hook behind my knees.

“Did it grow? Fuck. You’re huge, Noah.”Word vomit.

“It’s the same size as before. It has not grown. And itwillfit, princess,” he assures me as he smirks down at me. “I won’t hurt you.”

He pushes my knees back almost to my chest, spreading me wide open for him. He situates himself between my legs and blows cool air softly between my folds. I hiss through my teeth and fist his hair, trying to push him farther down.

“Look at this pretty little pussy you have, Millie.” He’s so close to me I can feel the heat of his breath on my clit. It throbs in response. “So pink and tight.” The tip of his finger circles my clit and then all the way down and back up, teasing the edges of my entrance.

I’m a panting, moaning mess as my hips move to find his fingers.

“Noah, please,” I beg.

“Needy girl,” he coos. “Do you want me to play with your clit?” he asks as just the tip of his tongue teases my swollen clit. “Or do you need a finger inside of you?” One of his fingers slides easily inside me and my hips match his thrust, grinding down on him for more friction.

“Both.” I groan as I try to push his mouth back to where I want it.

“Say please.” He kisses my lower lips and curls his finger deep inside me, stroking my favorite little spot. “Beg me for it, my little slut.”

“Oh, my god.” His words cause a whole new wave of lust to crash through me. I’ve never been spoken to like this during sex butfuck,it’s doing it for me.

“Millie.” His hand comes down on my clit, smacking it and causing me to yelp. It’s a mixture of sharp pain and dull pleasure that turns my yelp into a moan. “I told you to beg me for it. Don’t make me tell you again.”

“Please, Noah,” I beg. “Please put your mouth on my clit. Stretch me and fill me up with your fingers. Please make me come.”

“Good girl,” he purrs before his mouth covers me. He adds another finger and strokes inside of me. He sucks and flicks my clit, causing the heat to build deep inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. “Noah, right there. Yes.”

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