Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“Clay!”
I cried out his name and I didn’t know why. I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t know if I was desperate for him to stop or if I wanted even more. I squirmed beneath him as he held my thigh as steady as he could, continuing his assault on my pussy as his hand worked one breast and then the other.
The combination had me teetering on the edge of ecstasy, but something was missing.
“More,” I panted. “I need… more.”
“More,” Clay repeated, and his hand trailed down from my breast to between my thighs. He held my stare as that hand disappeared beneath me, and then I felt a fingertip pressing against my entrance. “Here?”
“Yes,” I begged.
With a devilish smirk, Clay slipped that finger inside me, all at once and to the very center of me. I cried out, but in the next instant, his mouth was on my clit again, sucking and licking as his finger withdrew and plunged inside me again.
He angled his wrist so he could curl that finger inside me, and as I shook and writhed beneath him, he added another.
It was everything I wanted. I was full, his fingers stretching me as his tongue pressed just the right amount of pressure where I needed it. That along with the sight of him burying his face between my thighs was too much to stay composed under.
“Rub your tits for me, Kitten,” he breathed against my skin, the breath cool where I was wet and hot. “Stroke yourself with me. Come for me.”
I had no choice but to obey, and when my fingers plucked at my pebbled nipple, I whimpered and moaned and squirmed and bucked my hips against his mouth. He met my eager request for more with an increased pressure, the sounds of him sucking and finger-fucking me the last thing that drove me over the edge.
I tumbled, spiraling as my orgasm soared through me. It burned like ice down my spine all the way to my toes, which curled as my legs shook so violently, Clay clamped his grip to hold me still. He never relented, driving his tongue in time with his fingers until the very last of my orgasm spilled through me.
And I collapsed.
Every inch of me fell limp, my breaths erratic, heart a fucking jackhammer in my chest as Clay smiled against my pussy. He softly kissed my bud, but it was so sensitive that I shook with the touch. He continued those sweet kisses on every inch of my body as he carefully made his way up to sit next to me.
Once he was there, he pulled me into him.
I felt like the smallest thing in the world cradled in his arms, my pussy still pulsing between my thighs as I curled into him.
“Lesson complete,” he whispered, kissing my hair.
“You are so fucking good at that.”
He barked out a laugh. “So are you.”
“Really?” I peeled back to look at him. “Did I do okay?”
His smile slipped, his eyes skating over my face before he spotted a rogue curl and tucked it behind my ear. “You were amazing.”
“Do I need to go deeper? Should I get some lessons on deep throating or something?”
“Jesus, Kitten, are you trying to get me hard again?”
I laughed. “I’m surprised I could even fit you in my mouth.”
“Okay seriously, stop talking.”
He grabbed himself under his sweats and adjusted, and I flushed, leaning into his chest.
“Thank you for showing me all this.”
My chest ached with something I couldn’t quite name, like remembering that that’s all he was doing hurt for some reason. I was thankful he was showing me. It was what I asked him for.
But he was so good at pretending that sometimes it felt…
I couldn’t even finish the thought. I just clamped my mouth shut, closing my eyes and willing the anxiety to fly away.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he said, swallowing. “And for letting me escape in you.”
I peered up at him. “I’m always here,” I promised.
And I didn’t mean just while we were fake-dating, or when we were putting on a show for Shawn or Maliyah or whoever else was watching. I meant now, and after… whatever it might look like after.
After this was all over, after he had Maliyah back and I had…
Again, the thought raced from me before I could finish it, and I let out a strange noise as I peeled away from him and sat up, collecting my panties from where they rested by his feet.
“We need food,” I declared, standing and pulling on my thong without looking back at him. “And probably a shower.”
Clay chuckled, taking his time rising to his feet. I could see he was still turned on, the bulge in his sweatpants giving him away. He saw me staring at it and smirked, but then something washed over him, something sad and overpowering.