My Rebound (On My Own #2) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,34
back and raised her hands over her head. I tugged on her shirt and then pulled it off completely. She shuddered, and her skin pebbled.
“Cold?”
“I’m burning up,” she said, and I smiled.
“And I’ll take care of you.” She was gorgeous, her pale skin nearly luminescent under the soft glow of my bedroom light.
She wore a pale, rose-colored bra that her breasts practically spilled out of. With each heaving breath, her nipples pressed into the lace, and so I leaned forward. I sucked one of her buds into my mouth. She let out a shocked gasp, and I flicked my tongue across it before I leaned back and gently pulled the lace away. Her nipple peaked, and I grinned before going back to lave at her skin.
“Pacey,” she breathed.
I hummed against her, then sucked hard before I moved to her other breast, gently pulling the lace away again so I could lick and nibble at her skin. She tasted so sweet, was so soft, and I wanted more.
She rocked on me, grinding herself on my length, and I moaned before I put my hands on her hips and made her freeze.
“I need a better angle,” I said before pulling her down and kissing her hard again. And then I stood up, using my thighs to keep myself steady, and lifted her into my arms as I walked towards the bed. She let out a squeal and wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms banding tightly around my shoulders.
“You’re going to drop me.”
“I’ll never drop you, Mackenzie. I promise.” And then I dropped her on the bed. She let out a squeal, and I laughed before I hovered over her and kissed my way down her body. Her bra was a front clasp, and I undid the hook. Her eyes widened as the lace fell to either side of her. I leaned down, sucked one nipple into my mouth, and used my fingers on the other. She moaned, her whole body shaking. And when she began to writhe, I moved down her stomach, kissing along the edge of her pants. I tugged, and her eyes widened. I just grinned.
“We’re only beginning,” I whispered.
“Okay, sure,” she said and then blushed.
I tilted my head and stared at her. “Are you okay with this? I’d love to taste you. You need to orgasm on my face.”
“Well, I mean, I don’t know if I like that. It wasn’t, you know, something I did a lot.”
I was going to kill him. Eviscerate the motherfucker.
“Are you telling me that Sanders didn’t go down on you?” I asked, angry that I even had to bring up the guy’s name.
She blushed again, slowly covering her breasts. And I hated Sanders for that, too.
“It just wasn’t his thing.”
“But I bet you that you went down on him often enough,” I grumbled. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Well, I like giving blowjobs,” she said, ducking her head. “So, I didn’t mind.”
I clicked my tongue and shook my head. “I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing. And you are not going to be giving me a blowjob tonight.”
Her eyes widened. “I just said I liked them.”
“If I’m going to come, it’s going to be in that sweet pussy of yours. After I make you come on my face. Next time, you can suck my dick.”
Her eyes widened more. “You’re saying there’s going to be a next time?” she asked, licking her lips.
“I’m saying that next time can even be tonight if you want. I’m nowhere near done with you.” Then I pulled at her leggings. They came off instantly, her ballet flats falling to the floor, her panties tucked into her leggings. She was naked before me, all sweet and soft, her pussy glistening.
“Perfect,” I whispered. And then I knelt at the edge of the bed, positioned myself between her legs, and licked her clit. Her hips shot off the bed, her cunt coming closer to my face. I shoved her hips down and began to play. Her lower lips were swollen and ready for me, and I licked and sucked. I used two fingers to slowly play with her folds, just to tease. She moaned, writhing on my face. I looked up, and her hands were on her breasts, her eyes closed, her lips parted.
She looked like a goddess, and as God as my witness, I would make her come.
Because a man who didn’t like going down on a woman but wanted blowjobs? That was an asshole.