AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Fuck.” He groans before he sits back on his heels and rubs his palm over his forehead. “I can’t eat you out.” The crassness of his words slithers down my spine in the most deliciously sinful way. I can’t believe he said that! “It’ll destroy the rest of my resolve.”
I sit up on my elbows and blink several times. “Okay,” I whisper softly. “Can we go back to kissing?”
“No.”
Dammit, Maddie, you had to get greedy!
“Touch your pussy,” he demands, his eyes are dark and feral, like he’s preparing to rip me apart with his teeth.
“What?”
“Slip your fingers under your leggings. Don’t take them off and don’t show me your pussy. But just finger yourself for me…and I’ll taste you from your fingers.”
My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat in my chest before it returns to the steady thrumming between my legs. “You’re serious?”
He nods and moves to sit against the headboard. “Come here.”
I do as I’m told and he pulls me so that my back is flush against his chest, my ass pressed right up against his cock. His legs are spread and I’m settled between them feeling his cock jump every few minutes. His lips find my ear before he bites down gently. “Pretend it’s me.”
“I always pretend it’s you.” I turn my head slightly and he presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I already rubbed myself to two roaring orgasms twice today in response to what happened earlier, but I know I could get off in probably two minutes flat after the last several minutes. I slip my fingers under the waistband of my leggings and press my fingers inside my pussy.
“How does it feel?”
“Wet. Slippery.”
“Fuck. You’re probably soaked, aren’t you? Your panties are drenched.”
“I’m not wearing panties.”
“Oh God.” He grits his teeth. “Do not show me your pussy, Madeline Shaw, I fucking mean it.”
I whimper at his use of my full name. I pinch my clit and I shudder in his arms as my body begins to climb. “Holy shit, Cal. Oh God, touch me. Please.”
“Please don’t ask me to do that.” His voice is hoarse and just as pleading as mine.
My mouth falls open as I throw my head back, a guttural moan escaping my lips as I climb higher and higher towards the climax. I add another finger fucking myself with two while my thumb continues to stroke my clit. “Caaaaal.” My eye twitches behind my lids just as it always does when the orgasm brewing is particularly powerful and for a second, I feel like I’m paralyzed. Nothing works except for the three fingers inside of my pussy. I can’t think, I can’t speak, I’m not one hundred percent sure I’m even breathing. I’m vaguely aware my left hand is digging into his thigh and my hips are moving on their own against my hand. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, you fucking are,” he groans in my ear, and for a brief moment, I wonder if he’s been talking this whole time and I’ve just missed it. “Is it my fingers inside of you? My tongue? Or my cock? Tell me, Maddie. What are you thinking about?”
“Your…t—tongue. Oh God! Yes!!” I scream as visions of Cal’s tongue flicking my clit pushes me over the edge. His lips are on my temple, trailing down my cheek and I vaguely hear him tell me that I’m a good girl. That I’m perfect. And nothing in the world is more beautiful than me. I feel exhausted with it being my third orgasm that day when I feel him pulling my hand out from between my legs. I barely catch a glimpse of it, glistening with my juices when his lips wrap around them.
“I knew I shouldn’t have tasted you. But I couldn’t help it. I had to know.” I hear him still sucking on my fingers and that bundle of nerves between my legs that is still pulsing suddenly intensifies. Holy shit, am I not done?
“Cal…please touch me.”
“No, Maddie. If I touch you, I’ll want to taste you and if I taste you, I’m going to want to fuck you. I can’t touch you. I can’t fuck you.”
“But…”
“No, Madeline.” He tenses beneath me and I briefly wonder if he’s coming to his senses and is about to make me move from his lap. I turn to face him and sit between his legs.
“Can I touch you?”
He swallows and shakes his head. “Please don’t.”
“What if…just like earlier?” I ask as I place my hands on his thighs. I slowly move them up higher until they are bracketed around his dick. I squeeze and I see his cock jump. “What if I just sat on it right now…and rubbed on it for a while. Would that be okay?” He swallows and I don’t take it as a no so I make my move, climbing into his lap and straddling him. “This isn’t wrong.”
He rolls his eyes shut and puts his hands over them before scratching his beard. “This is all kinds of wrong, Maddie.”
