Troublemaker - Kayley Loring Page 0,55
my throbbing cock.
My hands are in her hair, and she is gripping my shaft and cupping my balls with exactly the right amount of pressure while sucking, and when the tip of her hot tongue swirls and flicks beneath the head, I groan and reluctantly push her away.
“Baby. You have to stop. I need to fuck you. I need to.”
My vision is so clouded with lust, but I know she is nodding and wiping her mouth and slowly standing up.
“I want you to fuck me too,” she says plainly. She looks over her shoulder. “I love this movie.”
“I will probably get hard every time I see Will Ferrell for the rest of my life.”
She smirks. “Sorry not sorry.”
My little vixen is not so hesitant anymore.
She waits for me to regain the use of my limbs and pulls me up. I lead her up the stairs, to my bedroom. I’m naked, and she’s still wearing that long, pretty, terrible skirt.
When we reach the second floor, I turn to pick her up and carry her over one shoulder. She squeals and laughs. “This. Fucking. Skirt.” I drop her onto the bed, flip that skirt up, and bury my face between her legs. She isn’t wearing panties. She’s been going commando all this time, without telling me, and I will punish her for this. With my tongue. I will punish myself by waiting just a few minutes more. I will savor her sweet pussy, and I will drive her wild until she is begging to have me inside her.
And then I will fuck Miss Stiles, long and hard.
All night.
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Emilia
Oh, for the love of vulvas and all things holy—is he trying to kill me?
I feel like I’m lost in a pink cloud of orgasm overload.
My face is covered by my pink skirt, and his face is covered by my pink… oh my God, what are you doing down there?
I manage to push the skirt off my face, but I can’t lift my head off the bed. I’m pretty sure this is something I used to be able to do—move different parts of my body at will. But now all I can do is sink into the mattress and breathe heavily and moan and sigh and yelp while experiencing insane rhythmic contractions and sudden shocks and the kind of pleasure that will probably short-circuit my brain.
In a way, it has felt like he’s been kissing me ever since we first met. It has been half a year of foreplay with this man, and I don’t think I can take it anymore. But also, I never want him to stop French kissing my lady parts.
“Alex. Alex. Al…exsssssss OH MY GOD! Oh God! Alex! Yes! Oh my God. Yes! Yes!”
“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans. “You’re so hot.”
“Please…” I have never said these words out loud before: “I need you inside me now. Pleeeaaase.”
“Yeah,” I hear him whisper. “Yeah.”
I can’t open my eyes, but I can hear a drawer open and shut. I can hear a tiny package being torn open.
And then I feel the elastic waistband of my skirt being tugged down past my hips as Alex grumbles, “This. Fucking. Skirt.”
It’s off. I’m finally completely naked before Alex Vega. And I’m too blissed out to wonder what he thinks of me.
“Jesus, Emilia. You’re so beautiful.”
I feel his lips just above my knee, I feel his teeth on the flesh of my hip, I feel the tip of his tongue on my nipple…
My entire body shudders, again, for the nine hundredth time tonight.
“Are you ready?” he mutters as he positions himself over me.
Am I ready?
I burst into a quick fit of laughter.
Let me just ask my screaming, convulsing vagina and uterus, hang on.
“Yeah. You could say that.”
He kisses my mouth, so deeply. He tastes like the two of us, and we’re fucking delicious.
The sound of Alex Vega exhaling as he presses inside me is what I imagine it sounds like when the gates of Heaven open up for you.
Or maybe the gates of Hell, because it’s hot.
I somehow manage to bend my legs to dig my heels into the mattress.
“God, I’ve wanted this for so long, you know that?”
“Me too,” I whimper.
He cups his hands around the top of my head, bracing me, and starts to thrust his hips. “So good,” he hisses. “Baby.”
I snake my arms through his and grab on to his shoulders. His groans and moans are such pained, sexy little songs, I have to see his face. I force my eyelids open.
And the face