Page 110 of Hopeless
I lean down and whisper, “Brat,” just before I press my lips to hers. When I swipe my tongue into her mouth, she makes this happy little humming noise and tips her head back. Tangling her tongue with mine, her hands go from gripping the edge of the bed to wrapped around my neck. Pulling me closer. Kissing me deeper.
I let her. And for several seconds, I kiss her back. Taking pleasure in the feeling of being so wanted. So needed.
Soalive.
When I eventually pull back, she drops her arms from around my neck, and I chuckle, deep and raspy. “Is that what you thought I meant by creative, sugar?” Her eyes widen when I trail the head of the silicon cock over her lips. “Open, Bailey.”
She does.
“Tongue out. Nice and flat. Like you’re begging for it.”
Her fingers dig into the mattress as her thighs squeeze together. Then her mouth opens wide, and she sticks her tongue out, just like I instructed.
I feel like I’m going to burst right through my fucking boxers as I slide the toy over her extended tongue while she stares up at me. Ready. Nipples pointed against thin cotton.
I push it back, watching the fake cock fill her mouth, lips thinning as she wraps them around its girth.
Fuck, I wish it were me.
It will be me.
I drag it back out, her saliva coating it, and then glide it in again. Further this time, but not too far. I’ll save that for another day.
“Can I go further?” I ask, working it in and out.
She nods, and I pump it into her again.
“Suck, Bailey. Move your tongue. But no teeth. Open wide for me.”
I watch her adapt. Her cheeks hollow out, and I almost blow in my fucking shorts.
Saliva coats her lips, a string of it stretching between the toy and her mouth when I pull it all the way out and go back for more. Easing back in. I watch her lips part around it again.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” I look her in the eye when I say it.
A little whimper lodges in her throat, and she reaches for my hips, bracing herself. Bracketing my cock. My palm on her hair gently paces her motion.
“You’re doing so well, Bailey,” I murmur in the quiet room, easing back out just a bit.
And then she does it. Mouth stuffed full, she moves one hand and lets it roam over my rock-hard dick.
“Fuck,” I groan. Eyes fluttering shut.
She adds a second hand, tugging my shorts down and gripping me. Soft, tentative hands roam my body.
There’s an innocence to it. It’s exploratory. And I let her go on the adventure. My hips buck forward without even meaning to.
Her eyes flit to mine as one hand moves down to cup my balls while the other works up and down my length.
“Careful, Bailey.”
She draws back, the rubber cock leaving her lips with a wet popping sound. “Why?”
“Because my control is shot, and it’s been a long fucking time since anyone other than me has touched my cock.”
“So, you’re going to come on me?” I swear to god her lashes flutter as she asks me that.
This girl. Her questions. I can hardly keep up. It doesn’t help that her hands haven’t stopped working me. I tip my head back and groan.
