Page 128 of Selfie
She nods with fervor. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I buck my hips hard, getting deeper than before.
“Sir, sir, sir,” she rushes out.
“Good girl.” I cup my hand over her mouth again. “Now scream.”
I pummel into her with wild abandon, fucking her like a madman possessed. She doesn’t just scream, she bites the inside of my finger, trying to stifle her sounds. I come hard, spilling deep inside as she continues to ride me through my release.
Gripping her hips, I slow her pace as I flinch at the extra stimulation.
“I liked that position.” She settles back on her knees on top of me.
“Me too.” I guide her off my lap to the side, but when she leans down, reaching for her underwear, I kick them aside. “You didn’t finish.”
She blinks at me. “But you’re done…”
“Spin around. Grab the back of the couch.” I fetch a few tissues from my desk before returning. “Spread your legs.”
She shimmies her knees apart, and my cum seeps out of her. I catch my release with the tissues, wiping away the excess. She starts to close her legs as if we’re done. I have to pry them back apart. I sit with my back resting against the edge of the sofa, head between her legs. Curling my arms around her plentiful thighs, I direct her pussy to my tongue.
She resists. “Nathan, you just came in me.”
“Sit,” I growl out while I spread her legs wide until her warm clit finds its home on my tongue. The little I didn’t wipe away, I clean up with my mouth, unapologetically. It’s a new level of intimacy for her, but soon she’ll get used to no secrets, and absolutely no shame between our bodies. I suck and nibble in rhythm until I feel her thighs start to tense. Her toes curl against my shoulders, and while she comes quietly, her body dances—writhing, bucking, and riding the waves of her climax. When she’s done, she collapses to the side, too weak to speak or stand.
I pull up onto the couch. Lifting her head, I slide in beside her, my lap as her pillow. I stroke her hair sweetly, eliciting more of those satisfied sighs and sedated purrs.
“You still mad at me, pumpkin?”
“Yes.”
“What was more offensive? The car or the donuts?”
“The combination,” she murmurs against my leg.
“Let’s go shopping for a car if that makes you feel more secure. One that’s all yours, in your name. Even if you leave me, it’s yours to keep.”
She rolls in my lap, looking up to meet my gaze. “Me leaveyou? You don’t honestly worry about that, do you?”
I trail my finger gently from her hairline, over the bridge of her nose, then grazing her lips. “You keep saying we’re mismatched, but I think you’re confused as to who has the upper hand.”
“Why? You could have anyone you want.”
“I’m a selfish man. I want the woman who didn’t give up on me, even when she should’ve. I want the one I don’t deserve.”
Her eyes shimmer with a medley of emotions that she doesn’t reveal with words. She rolls back over, facing away. “When I move into your bedroom today, I want the bigger closet.”
I chuckle lightly, causing her head to bounce. “Steep ask. Something I’d only do for my girlfriend.”
She’s quiet for a beat. Her shoulders rise and fall heavily against me. Then finally…
“I’m your girl, Nathan. I’m not going anywhere.”
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Spencer
“Miller, I say this with affection, but your days are numbered, buddy.”
