Page 49 of Over Time Advantage

“You’re so perfect. So beautiful,” he quietly says as he runs one finger through my weeping flesh. “So wet.”

I close my eyes at the intimacy of it all, but before I know it, he barks, “Open your eyes.”

I immediately obey and see him now looking into my eyes while licking his lips. “I want you looking at me when I enter your beautiful body for the first time.”

At that, we stare at each other as his thick, long finger pushes into me. I can feel myself ripple around him, and I moan in ecstasy, “Jett, I need to come. You’ve had me on the edge all night.”

With his finger slowly pumping in and out of me, he asks, “What would have happened if I didn’t come back, Fallon? Would you have touched yourself?”

I nod overly enthusiastically as I grip the end of the island and push myself forward, trying to force his finger deeper. He’s teasing me. I need more.

“Would you have thought of me while touching yourself? I imagine your face every single time I stroke myself. I have since our night together at the party.”

I nod again. “Yes,” I yell, “I always watch videos of you when I touch myself.”

His eyebrows pinch together. “Videos of me?”

“Can we discuss the videos later? I’m on the edge over here.”

He chuckles. “You’re very impatient.”

He withdraws his finger from me and slides it under his nose while inhaling deeply. His eyelids flutter. “Hmm, you smell good.”

“I taste even better,” I immediately reply. “You should go ahead and take a free sample.”

He smiles as he grabs each of my ankles, which are currently hanging over the island, and guides them up and out until I’m spread wide with my feet on the marble. I’m so open and exposed to him like this. With a slow perusal of my body, he finally bends and brings his mouth down where I need him, licking straight through my center. “Hmm. You’re right. You do taste good,” he groans with approval.

My pussy immediately clenches in appreciation as he slowly dips two fingers into me, expertly stroking my inner walls. His lips latch onto my clit, sucking my swollen, throbbing flesh into his mouth.

His fingers establish a pace in sync with his tongue over my clit. I can’t help but look down and take in this perfect creature with his face buried between my legs like it’s the best place on earth. This beautiful man is likely the fantasy of millions of women, but I’m the only one who gets her fantasy fulfilled.

I’m writhing and moaning at the pleasure he’s coaxing from my body. There’s something both tender and rough about his touches. There’s a reverence to the way he’s eating me. He makes me feel special, like there’s nowhere in the world he’d rather be right now.

It doesn’t take long for me to ascend to the top of the volcano. It’s building and building. I’m going to erupt.

Oh shit, I forgot to tell him. “Jett,” I breathlessly pant, “I’m a squirt⁠—”

Before the words finish leaving my mouth, I explode—and I mean explode—all over his face. I can’t focus on the embarrassment because my orgasm is rocketing through me like a ball of fire, rendering me speechless and immobile. My body takes on a life of its own as my back arches, my toes curl, and my legs shake uncontrollably.

When I finally come down from the high, reality hits me. Oh god, I didn’t tell him I’m a squirter.

I slowly peel my eyes open and look down at him. He’s slightly lifted from my center and is licking around his face like he’s covered in the most delicious dessert.

“I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you, and then it was…too good. I got caught up.”

He smiles like the cat that got the cream, which he sort of did. “That was the singular hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Do you always squirt?”

I shrug as I sit up to my elbows. “Only from oral, and only when it’s really good. You should take it as a compliment,” I cheekily offer.

He smiles as he bends forward again and peppers my stomach with kisses, working his way up my body until he’s at my mouth again. “Are you okay to kiss me?” he thoughtfully asks.

I slide out my tongue and lick a line up his cheek. “I love that your scruff is filled with my come.” I open-mouth kiss all around his face, tasting my salty essence.

“Fuck, Fallon,” he groans as he adjusts himself in his jeans, “you’re making it hard to leave.”

I jerk my head back. “Why in the hell would you leave? In case it’s not obvious, I want you to stay.”

He cups my face with both his hands. “I desperately want to spend the night with you, inside you, but I don’t have any condoms. I prepared for everything except that.”