Page 113 of Too Safe

I do as he says, pulling in a deep breath when he smooths both hands along my inner thighs.

He murmurs, “Good girl,” and my hips buck up as if my cunt has a mind of her own.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he says as he lowers his mouth toward my center.

“Wait.” I don’t want him to stop. But I have to make sure he understands. “I-I didn’t shower or clean up yet. We used a condom, but you might…taste him… down there. That doesn’t bother you?”

Kylian hitches one eyebrow and smirks. “Baby, tasting him on you makes this even hotter. Stop worrying and let me work. No more talking. Unless you want to scream my name or tell me you’re coming.”

And that’s that. There’s no room for doubt where Kylian’s concerned.

I banish all errant worries and prickles of shame from my mind, settling into his sheets and letting the safety and warmth of the Nest cocoon me.

Another kind of warmth very quickly builds.

“How many times did he make you come?” Kylian asks, flicking his tongue over my clit, then licking me from my taint to my pubic bone.

He latches on to my clit and sucks so hard my toes dig into the mattress.

“Once,” I pant, barely able to get the word out as I writhe on the edge of orgasm.

A moment later, there’s tension coursing up my legs, and a tightness furling in my core.

Another lick, and I’m done.

Spasms of pleasure roll through me like shock waves as I cry out and thrust against Kylian’s face. My pussy can’t get enough of him; I crave more pressure.

“That’s one,” he mutters, nipping at my clit with his teeth before spearing me with his tongue and swirling it around my opening to lap up my pleasure.

I don’t have time to process his words—or even stop pulsating from my orgasm—before he slips a finger inside and curls it upward.

His mouth is back on my clit a moment later, the combined sensations both overstimulating and somehow not enough.

“More,” I pant, clawing at his sheets, desperate to gain traction against his face.

Fuck. He feels so good. I want to get lost in him. I want to get him off, too.

“Kylian,” I beg, staving off the pleasure that’s coiling down my spine. “I want more.”

He peers up at me from between my legs—fuck, that’s so hot—and gives me the most wicked smirk.

“I’m not fucking you tonight,” he declares. With anyone else, I would argue. Mouth off. Demand explanation.

But Kylian is black and white. I don’t have to doubt anything or try to read between the lines. His dissent is clear. I can accept that.

“Harder, then,” I counter. “Rougher.”

“You want more, baby?”

His voice is pure sex.

I eagerly nod.

“My girl wants it hard.” He thrusts two fingers into me. “And rough.” He bites down on my clit, causing pleasure and pain to swirl into the perfect storm of tension.

“Yes,” I moan, writhing against his hand and face. “Please, Kylian.”

He hums against my center. “You’re so needy. Such a filthy, needy girl, getting fucked by my best friend, then coming up here begging for me to give you more.”

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