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Chapter 22
Storee
I couldn’t control my panting as Locke pushed my legs apart, running his fingers over the white cotton of my panties.
He pulled the fabric to the side as he found my wet clit and rubbed.
I arched my back and moaned. I was desperate for him to be inside me, but at the same time, I wanted him to take his time.
Slowly, he pulled down my panties. I shivered as his hands trailed down my legs and he gently squeezed my ankles.
Then, as he pulled my legs apart, I felt his warm breath against my pussy. I bit my lip, waiting for him to part me with his tongue.
When I felt his tongue slip between my folds, I let out a tremulous moan. His tongue was wide and flat, licking my slit from the bottom all the way up. I pushed my hips forward, desperate for more of his touch.
“Please,” I begged.
His tongue caressed my clit then, swirling around it in circles, teasing me. I whimpered, my eyes closed, as I bit down on my lip. I wanted him, now. I just needed a little more of his tongue, a little more of his touch.
“Please, Locke,” I begged again.
I had never asked the man for anything, and yet I was now. I was begging. Pleading for him to take me. My first ask of my father’s best friend wasn’t for money. It wasn’t for security. It wasn’t for any of the things Locke had tried so hard in the past to offer.
No.
My ask was for something so sordid, so wrong, so debauched.
My first ask of him was for him to fuck me.
To fuck me on his couch like a dirty little slut.
He didn’t hesitate, parting my folds with his tongue and lapping at my clit. He moved his hands up and down my inner thighs, every so often brushing against my pussy, driving me crazy with need.
My body was on fire, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he continued to lick my clit.
His tongue slowed down its movements, and I felt it pushing against me, slipping inside my folds some more. I moaned as his tongue dove deeper, exploring me as his finger caressed my clit.
I was writhing under his touch, my hips grinding against the couch. I was drenched, my desire for Locke so intense that I could feel my pussy throbbing for more.
I was on the edge, the first signs of an orgasm rising inside me. But Locke wasn’t done yet, and he seemed determined to take his time as he brought his face to mine, his lips inches from where my moans and gasps blended as one.
“I want to be gentle. I want to be slow. But I’m not that kind of man,” he growled, his lips hovering over mine.
I could hear my moans becoming louder in response, muting only when he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring me. The taste of my own arousal on the kiss ignited a more animalistic need inside of me.
“I don’t need gentle or slow. Fuck me like you want to.”
I was breathless, but I needed Locke to take me hard. I needed him to show a part of himself that he had yet to reveal to me, to be the passionate man that was underneath the cool exterior.
He growled as he pulled away, reaching over to his wallet and extracting a condom. With his eyes burning into mine, he pulled his own pants down, freeing his hard cock.
I shivered as I stared down at it, noticing that it was longer and thicker than I’d expected it to be. My body was ready for him, my mind spinning with lust and desire, but my heart was having a harder time acclimating to the idea of having sex with Locke.
I was staring at Locke’s dick!
I could feel my heart beginning to pound faster, in fear of where this might lead me.
But as Locke’s body covered mine, his bare chest pressing against my sensitive breasts, I let that fear go.
