Page 125 of Whispered Promises

“Little tease.” I grind into her hand.

She slips it under my waistband, her grip cool against my flushed skin, and I soak up the feel of her touch.

“Let me play with you, please?”

I can’t deny her request and only manage a low groan as her strokes get bolder, her hot breath hitting my back with every pant.

The desperate need to drive my cock into her heat rises, filling my body with tension; the need to thrust pulsing loudly in my head.

Somehow, I fucking resist and hold myself still so she can explore me as she wants.

Her hand slides down to the base, giving my girth a firm squeeze before she tugs; the sensation pulls another grunt out of me. She grips the sensitive head and spreads my precum across the rest of my dick. I fist the sheets.

“Finish playing, little tease. I want you on your hands and knees as I bury my face in your sweet, wet pussy.”

Rosy inhales sharply, grinding her pelvis into me, then gives my desperate cock a final squeeze.

“Yes, yes, please,” she whispers.

Flipping over, I immediately cover her body, bracketing her head with my arms as I dart forward, taking her mouth in mine, dominating it.

Tastes so fucking sweet.

Her hands try to tug me back to her mouth as I pull away. Her lips are deliciously wet and swollen.

My palms curve around her hips, and I turn her over, bracing her on her knees, then shoving her leggings and underwear down to her knees.

She’s glistening.

I dive in and lick from her clit up to her back entrance, groaning as I finally devour her taste again. Her body shudders when I circle her, again and again, not wanting to miss a single fucking drop.

Rosy arches, pushing back into me as soft pleas fall from her lips. She wants more, so I give it to her, driving my tongue inside her hole.

“Please, please, please. Nate. Don’t stop,” she chants breathlessly, grinding against my face. Her arousal drenches my tongue.

I give her what she needs, raising a hand and strumming my thumb against her swollen clit, not letting up on tongue-fucking her, even as the moisture leaks from my cock. It’s fucking desperate to get inside her and coat her with me.

She’s so close, tensing around me.

“Give it to me. Come in my mouth.”

“Just there. Don’t stop,” she pants when I push harder against her clit.

She flutters around my tongue, making a low whining noise as she comes, coating my mouth with her.

I drink it all, because it’s fucking mine.

FIFTY-THREE

ROSY

Am I floating? It feels like I am, and I want to stay wrapped up in this moment as my mind stays blissfully quiet.

Both my body and mind are wrung out from what Nate did to me. I’m also not really sure when I managed to roll onto my back. Did I black out that much?

A noise from Nate pulls my focus down my body, and my breath hitches when I see him lick his shining lips, eyes still staring at my bare sex. Seeing his starved look somehow eases any insecurities.

My lower muscles clench in response, and a smirk quirks his mouth up.