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She opens her mouth, a possible protest on her lips, but it turns into a whimper when I slide two fingers inside of her.
She gasps, her hands clinging to me as she rolls her hips, brushing her clit against my hand.
She’s a completely different woman when she’s turned on, and I feel like an idiot for thinking the person she shows everyone else was going to be the same person she was in the bedroom.
I want to let myself believe she’s only ever been like this with me, but I also know how dangerous those types of thoughts are.
“I want you to lick your own cum from my cock,” I say against her lips. “Think you can do that for me?”
She nods, her enthusiasm making her head dip quickly.
I lick at her lips one last time before urging her back toward my messy bed. Had I known before I left this morning that we were going to end up here tonight, I might’ve made the damn thing, but I sort of like her seeing this real part of me. I’m never going to be the man she expects, and I sort of feel like I’m winning when she doesn’t argue further about the disarray in my room. It’s as if she’s accepting me for who I am and being okay with it. I know it’s as close as I’ll get to her fully accepting me.
“Spread those thighs, baby. Let me in.”
She digs her teeth into her lip as she opens herself for me. I haven’t even offered to turn off the lights in the room. If she’s allowed to dictate this stuff at her house, then the same goes for me at mine.
“Further,” I urge, watching with rapt attention as she lifts her legs, pressing her feet into my mattress. It angles her hips up a little and I war between wanting to do what I promised and getting another taste of her.
“Dip those little fingers inside, baby. I want to see them glisten.”
She hesitates, just like I knew she would, but when I wait her out, she eventually moves her fingers toward her center.
Once again, I have to fist my own cock because the sight of her touching herself is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“That’s it. A little deeper.”
She moans as she obeys, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets herself get lost in the way it feels. God, how I wish it was my tongue on her flesh and not her fingers.
“Adalynn,” I groan, loving how her throat works on a swallow as her eyes open once again. “Keep touching yourself that way, and I may end up painting your skin like I warned you about in the living room.”
I want to suck on her pouty lip when she sticks it out.
“You said I was going to lick my own cum off you.”
She doesn’t repeat my words verbatim, but they’re no less sexy coming from her lips.
I climb over her, the warmth of her body washing over me as she immediately lifts her knees, resting them against my sides as I line myself up.
“I swear you make me fucking weak,” I growl, as I press the first bare inch inside of her.
Her fingers curl, the bluntness of the tips making it no less painful as she digs them into me. A flash of having them tattooed into my skin hits me, but I shove it down. Doing so would only raise questions I could never explain the next time we’re at her dad’s house for a pool party and barbecue.
“Cash,” she moans, my name on her lips already breathless and telling.
I cup the back of her head, making sure her eyes are on me as I press as deep into her as her body allows. It feels like heaven, the way she watches me as I bring us both pleasure. It feels like a promise, like a vow, like maybe things have shifted. Maybe this could work. Maybe I am worthy of her.
“Cash, please,” she begs, her hips circling under me. “Make me come for you.”
God, I swear, she could’ve said anything else and I might’ve been fine, but “for you” hits me low in the gut. As if her pleasure is a gift. God, it feels like a fucking gift.
I refuse to miss out on this moment despite the promise I made of how the night was going to go. The second her body pulses in orgasm, mine also begins.
I keep my eyes locked on hers, our lips barely touching as I roll my hips and unleash inside of her. The orgasm is so strong it leaves me weak and shaking, to the point that I have to roll away in an effort not to crush her.
My eyes flutter closed, my heart threatening to stop with how hard it’s pounding. Physically, it takes no effort to make love to her, but it never fails that my heart races the entire time, as if I’m sprinting a marathon rather than pacing myself.
She shifts in the bed, no doubt trying to get comfortable or reaching for a pillow, but then I feel the warmth of her breath on my skin a second before hot lips wrap around my cock. I swear another rope of cum coats her tongue with how unexpected her attention is.
