Chapter 16 #3
“In fact,” I say as I guide her onto her back. “I think I might need you to do that again.”
“Well,” she says, peering up at me, her light eyes dark with desire. She reaches for my hips. “Maybe I want more too.”
“Yeah?” When she nods, I let her guide me into position so I’m straddling her rib cage. “Where do you want it, baby?” I let my gaze drop to her peaked nipples, imagining streaks of my cum over her chest.
Slowly, almost reverently, she strokes me with both hands, biting her lip. “I don’t know.”
“Well, y’know,” I muse, “good girls… get cum on their tits.” I pinch both nipples hard.
With a whimper, she arches up. “But… I’m not a good girl, remember?”
“Oh,” I say, pretending like I’d forgotten. “That’s right.” I slip my hand up to gently collar her throat. “Well, naughty girls… they get cum on their necks.”
She tilts her head back, her voice breaking. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. But… bad girls,” I continue, tugging her chin down as I brush my thumb over her parted lips, not missing how her grip tightens on my cock, “bad girls get cum on their faces.”
Her breath stutters at my words.
I take over, stroking myself above her, my jaw clenching as I try to draw this out. “So tell me where you want it. Tell me what kind of girl you wanna be tonight, Caroline.”
“Bad.” The word rushes out without hesitation. “I wanna be bad. Please.”
I almost growl in response.
She tucks her arms between my legs as I shift my knees higher, getting into position. “Tell me. Tell me you want it on your pretty face.” I speed up, squeezing myself tighter with each stroke. “Fucking say it.”
“I want it on my face.” She nods quickly. Only one of her arms circles around my thigh, and I can tell from the desperate way she’s writhing under me that she’s touching herself with her other hand.
“Say you want it”—my voice gets rougher as my release builds—“on these perfect lips.”
“All over my lips.” She practically whines the words—those dirty, feral words I know she’s been aching to let out. “My lips. My tongue. I want it dripping off my fucking chin, Miles, please!”
“Fuuuuuck,” I practically groan out, my neurons momentarily liquefied by the filthy image my girl just served up. “You wanna be my messy… little slut?” I barely get the words out. I’m about to burst. About to combust.
“Yes! Please. I need it.” She curls up toward the aching, throbbing head of my dick. “Make me messy.”
Everything whites out as pleasure lights me from head to toe. I tilt forward, spurting over those beautiful lips with a deep moan, painting her cheeks, her chin, her delicate nose… and then I sink into her mouth, muffling her cries.
She sucks the last of it eagerly, drawing out the incredible, dizzying sensation until I’m shaking. It isn’t long before her own stifled gasps pitch up to tell me she’s coming again too.
The moment I can see straight again, I reach back and sink my fingers into her pulsing cunt, curling them and quickly coaxing her into another ecstatic wave that soaks my palm.
“Fuck, you love being so full, huh? You can’t stop coming.”
She can only whimper around my cock.
“You’re making such a mess with all your pretty holes filled.” I shift my hips back and she lets go of me with a slick pop, then lets her head fall back on the bed in a tangle of blonde curls.
Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips are painted in my release, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
Still slowly working my fingers inside her as her orgasm wanes, I use my free hand to wipe the cum from her cheek, slipping my finger into her mouth. “Clean it up.”
She licks and sucks it with a low hum, her eyes rolling as her pussy clenches around my fingers.
“You like how I taste?” My voice is ragged.
“Mm-hmm.” She wiggles an arm up between us and catches my hand, holding it as she licks my fingers clean.
“More,” I command quietly, scooping up another bit from her chin and pushing it between her lips.
She slips her fingers over mine, sucking my cum off us both. Wiping up from her chin and over her plump lower lip, she holds my gaze as she sucks her own fingers clean, getting every last drop she can find into that gorgeous, perfect mouth.
“God, that’s so fucking hot.”
Her slow grin makes me want to kiss her. Need to kiss her.
Fuck it.
I shift down and she lets out only the barest squeak of uncertainty before she melts into the long, slow kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. We’re sticky and sweaty; I can taste myself on her tongue, my veins still pulsing with the memory of spilling onto her lips.
Her words echo in my head. “Bad. I wanna be bad. Please.”
Well, fuck. Same here.
This girl makes me want to do nasty, raunchy, utterly depraved things to her—then hold her close and nuzzle into her hair, talk with her, take care of her, wake up with her, make cringey jokes with her, and have slow, sleepy morning sex with her.
When our lips part, I find the remote and turn off the plug.
Caroline lets out a contented little sigh and I smile down at her. She returns it when my stomach rumbles a protest, a sudden pang of hunger cutting into my thoughts. Those arcade fries are a distant memory.
“Uh, what are your thoughts about post-coital snacks?” I ask.
“Coitus? Is that what we just did?”
“Uh, I guess not, technically,” I say on a laugh. “Post-sixty-nine snacks? Post-facial snacks?” I gaze down at her, brushing the hair out of her eyes.
“Facial? Sounds like I’ve been to the spa or something,” she says with a shy smirk.
“Shit, yeah, sorry. You probably wanna…” I look around the room. “Can I get you a wet washcloth or something?”
“It’s okay. I got it.” She glances toward the bathroom door. “But, after we clean up, yes, post-orgasmic snacks.” She gives a playful poke to my chest. “Gotta feed the beast.”
“Is that me? Am I the beast?” I let out a low, rumbled growl and, when she nods, I gnash my teeth, diving for her neck as giggles squeak from her throat.
Snuffling and snarling against her skin, I relish in the way she squirms under me, carrying on until my playful nips turn into kisses and our laughter yields to soft hums against each other’s lips.
The moment settles in my chest, simmering and warm. I draw back and look into her eyes.
Shit. I’m falling for this girl.
I tear my gaze away and let her out from under me—though I can’t help but catch the little peek of bright blue still nestled between her ass cheeks as she heads to the bathroom. When she closes the door, I fall back on the pillow and blow out a huge breath.