Page 46 of P.S. I Loathe You


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Drawing in a steadying breath, I duck my head between his thighs and dive in with my tongue.

I was hesitant about doing it in this position, thinking it might remind me of going down on a woman—which, don’t get me wrong, is amazing, but not something I need to be thinking of right now—but I needn’t have worried; nothing could be further from the truth. There is absolutely no mistaking Wes’s maleness, with his thick, hairy thighs framing my face and my nose tapping against his ball sac every time I adjust my angle. Not to mention the hard grip he has of my hair, pushing my face even closer, or the unmistakeably masculine groans of pleasure he’s letting out. I can’t help smiling as the sound hits my ears; nothing fake about those.

Wes was right. I do like this.A lot.Feeling his entire body tremble at the simple touch of my tongue gives me the kind of heady rush that I can already tell is going to be addictive.

“Fuck…coming,”Wes groans, practically bucking off the bed.

I manage to pry his grip from my hair and scramble up so I can bend over and take his cock in my mouth, just in time to catch a mouthful of cum. I swallow it down and lick around the tip before letting it fall from my mouth.

A moment later, without a word of warning, I’m flat on my back and Wes’s lips are aroundmycock.

“Ah, fuck…”I groan, feeling completely disorientated but savouring the feel of Wes’s hot mouth on my cock.

It doesn’t take long for my own climax to rip through me, with Wes lapping up every drop of my release before collapsing back on the bed.

“That was terrible,” he says through heavy breaths. “You’re not good at that at all.”

I reach out blindly to punch him in the shoulder. “Bastard.”

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