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He laughed before returning his mouth to my pussy. He was sloppy, licking and sucking, making a mess of my crack while his thumb found a place over my tight hole and three of his fingers sank into my cunt.
“Oh fuck.” My voice was muffled by the bed, and out of desperation my hand left the space above me and went to hold my cheek, so he had more room to pleasure me.
But of course, he stopped completely when I did.
Frustrated, I argued, “I’m just trying to help!”
With a slap to my ass, he replied, “I don’t need your help. What I need is you to come on my fingers, but since you can’t follow instructions, maybe I should just let you stay like this while I go shower, and maybe by the time I’m out, you’ll have forgotten about your need for release.”
If he didn’t make me come, I was going to die. This much, I knew. I was shaking from how badly I needed it.
“Please,” I begged, hopelessly.
This dominant side of Wes had always flirted with coming out when we were together, but seeing it in full force was such a rush.
“Let me make you come first.”
He paused, but his fingers swiped at my wetness, wiping the mess over the red marks he’d created with his punishing slaps.
“You want to make me come first?” he asked, curiously.
I tried to lift my face, but his hand was there holding me down.
“Yes, I’ll make you come first, then you can finish me.”
He laughed, tracing a line down my spine.
“Fine, sure, come make me come, Callie.”
I hated that it suddenly rubbed me wrong that he wasn’t calling me River, but I pushed it down as he adjusted himself, sitting on the edge of the bed. He finally let me up, and I saw that his jeans were down, his cock pulled out.
My mouth went dry as I crawled off the bed and fell to the floor in front of him.
I’d forgotten how massive he was. He wasn’t insanely long, but he was thick,so fucking thick.
Kneeling in front of him, I wrapped my fist around his base, my fingers barely touching as I leaned forward and took the tip of his smooth head into my mouth. Wes hissed, shoving my hair off my face. I went down far enough that I gagged and then released him, only to lick the head once more.
“Take this off,” Wes ordered, tugging on my hood.
I did as he said, pulling the sweatshirt over my head. I was about to go back down on him, but he stopped me again.
“Let me look at you.”
I froze, my glistening mouth parted as I sat back on my heels. My underwear had slid down my legs when I got up, so I was just in my tank top, which was skintight and boosted my boobs, so there was ample cleavage.
With a needy whisper, Wes had another demand. “Take it all off.”
It was so quiet in his room that part of me wished he’d turn on the television or some music, anything to make it less obvious that this was our first time together since our breakup.
I did as he said, slowly tugging the tank up and freeing my breasts. I sat there while pinching my nipples between my fingers, letting him see me.
Without looking into my eyes, he gripped his shaft and began jerking his wrist, his hand sliding up and down his length. He was touching himself while watching me, and it was a thrill, but I wanted more. I wanted to taste him as he’d tasted me. My hair tickled my heels as I tilted my head back and moaned with pleasure as I rolled my nipples between my fingers.
With something deep rumbling in his chest, he pulled me forward. “Now wrap those lips around me.”
I did with a moan, hot from being naked with him and having him hard and already dripping for me. I gripped the sides of his thighs as I bobbed up and down on his hardness, the taste of him coating my mouth but not filling it. I wanted him to combust, lose himself, and more than anything, I needed him to watch as I sucked every drop down. Right as he began to buck his hips, meeting me move for move, he suddenly gripped my jaw, his thumb pushing down on my bottom lip.
“That’s enough,” he rasped with a heaving chest.
