Page 31 of The Fake Out

“Please, I want you now.”

I went even slower at taking my boxers off. I kicked my clothes to the side and crawled into bed beside her. I lifted her off the comforter and pushed back the sheet so we were both underneath it. I realized I never turned the light on, which was a bummer because I couldn’t see her in all her glory, but sex in the dark could be fun, too.

I leaned over and kissed her, my hand traveling down her gorgeous body and giving her tit a little squeeze.

“More,” she begged.

“More what?” I asked.

“Blaise, please touch me. I’m so horny right now. I need you.”

“You need me, huh?” I asked while I traveled down her body, stopping to lick and suck at her awesome tits.

She held me against her chest while I feasted on her. She moaned at the sensation of my tongue on her nipple, but I moved on quickly. I pressed tiny kisses down her stomach, getting closer to the sweet spot between her thighs.

“You don’t have to,” she said.

I put her legs over my shoulders and looked up at her with a grin. “Woman, don’t tell me what to do. I want to make you come on my tongue before you do it again on my cock.”

“Fuck…” she breathed as I bent my head and gave her that first lick.

I tried not to moan into her while I tasted her again. She tasted so sweet, and the way she moaned made me do figure-eights with my tongue. I sucked on her clit, and her thighs shook against my head. I licked her slowly and deliberately, smiling while she moaned and writhed against my mouth.

“Blaise, that feels so good,” she moaned.

“Mmm, I missed this pussy.”

“You did not!” she protested with a laugh.

I pumped two fingers into her entrance and gave her a wicked grin again. “Did so. Missed tasting you and making you come. You gonna come for me, sweets?”

She nodded.

I went back down to suck on her clit while my fingers thrusted in and out of her. She gripped my hair, and I felt her walls clench around my fingers. My dick got harder while I thought about how she’d squeeze around it soon. She gripped my hair harder while she came, moaning loudly.

I should have been concerned about the noise, but Michael was back at college, and Dad was still at the bar. Also, I didn’t give a fuck, and I wanted to hear her scream my name.

I slid her legs off my shoulders and reached into my bedside drawer for a condom. Veronica’s chest was still heaving from her orgasm, and her eyes were closed. I slid the condom on and spread lube onto my cock, fisting it a couple times to make sure I was still hard. Her eyes fluttered open, and she twisted around in the bed so she was on all fours.

Fuck yes. Veronica knew exactly what I wanted.

“Grab the headboard and hold on, sweets,” I ordered.

She did as she was told, and I slid in behind her. We sighed in relief as I buried myself to the hilt. I fisted her hair as I pounded into her from behind, and she cried out.

I slapped her ass again and fucked her with wild abandon. Her soft cries egged me on to keep going faster and rougher than I normally would have. She made me feel like a wild animal.

“Yes, yes, right there,” she moaned into my bedspread.

I gripped her hair tighter. “You want it hard and rough?”

“Mmm…” was her only reply.

“Talk to me, sweets. Tell me you love when I fuck you from behind.”

“I love it. I want more. Rougher, faster. Break me in two.”

I leaned over her and kissed her neck. She moaned at my lips on her skin, but then I pulled out of her.