Twenty
Beckett
I sit down on the bed in front of her and take in her exquisite body. It’s just soft enough, and she’s not all bones.
Laying her back on the bed, I dry her, spending longer than is probably required with her pussy.
Her folds are so wet and inviting, glistening with moisture.
I can’t help but lean in and gently brush my lips against them, savoring her sweet nectar.
Sadie moans, arching her back, and I know she’s enjoying this.
I continue to tease her, sucking on her swollen clit before diving my tongue inside her heat, exploring her depths.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as she grasps for something solid, her other hand pressed against the headboard for support.
She’s panting now, gasping my name between ragged breaths, and it spurs me on.
I want to make her feel good; I want to erase the memories of that asshole, Alex, and show her what it’s like to be with someone who truly cares for her.
I increase the speed and pressure of my tongue, flicking against her G-spot as she writhes beneath me. Her legs tremble around my head. “Oh, God… I’m… I’m…” She pants, unable to finish her sentence as she climaxes.
Her body convulses around me as she rides out her orgasm. I look up at her, my face wet with her juices, and all I can think about is how gorgeous she looks in the aftermath, her eyes hazy with satisfaction and her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.
Slowly, I stand and help her to her feet. She sways slightly, and I catch her in my arms, holding her until she’s steady. Then I stand before her, my cock hard and dripping. “Show me how you like to give head.”
Her eyes light up, and she kneels between my legs. She carefully strokes my cock.
“Harder,” I command.
Sadie complies, her grip tightening around my shaft as she moves her hand in long, slow strokes. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of her warm palm caressing my swollen length.
“Faster,” I grunt.
She complies, picking up the pace until she’s working my cock with vigor.
“Get it all wet with your tongue and put it in your mouth.”
Sadie does as I say. She licks around the head before taking more of me into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down in time with her hand.
Her tongue swirls around my shaft, finding my sensitive spot.
I groan as pleasure shoots through my body.
“Fuck,” I roar, unable to keep my voice down.
Her response is a muffled moan of pleasure.
“Pump it with your hand and look up at me.”
She shifts so that her hand alone continues to pump my shaft, and our eyes meet as she reaches down to rub her clit.
I can’t believe this is happening. My best friend’s little sister is sucking me off like an expert, and I’m about to lose my mind with desire.
The thought only spurs me on; I grip her hair lightly, angling her head so she can take more of me into her mouth.
“Oh, God, I’m close,” I warn, my hips bucking involuntarily as the edge of orgasm draws near.
She simply moans in response, sucking harder and faster, seeming intent on bringing me over the edge.
“This is your chance to let me come on your titties. Otherwise I’m going to lose my load down your throat. ”
She doesn’t stop.
And then it happens. White-hot pleasure explodes from my core, and I release myself into her waiting mouth.
“Fuck!” I cry again. The world goes dark for a moment as stars shine behind my eyes.
I take a deep breath and lower myself to the edge of the bed.
“That was…” I trail off, at a loss to describe the intensity of that experience. “You get an A-plus for oral skills.”
Sadie smiles at me, a smug look on her face as she wipes her lips.
I reach for her, and she drapes herself across my chest, her skin still warm and slick. I trail my fingers lazily down her spine, still trying to convince myself that what just happened wasn’t some fever dream cooked up after too many late nights and too much restraint.
“You were incredible,” I murmur. “Every damn second of that.”
She shifts to look up at me, her lips curling into a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Was it too much?”
“No,” I say without hesitation, brushing her hair back from her face. “But I need to ask you that as well. I was rough. You didn’t hesitate, but I need to hear it from you.”
Her eyes flash with heat. “Not in the least,” she says, fingers tracing my stomach. “If anything, I want to know how to make it better for you.”
I chuckle. “You sure you want the honest answer?”
She grins. “Always.”
I tilt my head toward her, dropping my mouth to her ear. “Any guy’ll tell you—your mouth on his cock is great. You’re never gonna go wrong with that.” I feel her shiver, and it shoots straight through me. “If you want to take it deeper…when you hit your gag reflex, try to swallow. It helps.”
She blinks slowly, her lips parting, and I swear I can feel her storing that away like it’s gospel.
She curls into me, one leg thrown over mine, her hand resting low on my stomach. Neither of us says another word, and before long, her breath evens out and her body goes slack in my arms.
I stare up at the ceiling, my heart thudding in the quiet. This was supposed to be a lesson. A favor. But now she’s wrapped around me like she belongs here, like this is normal, and I’m completely fucked. I don’t know how I’m ever going to get out of this alive.