turn them off. I need to forget what happened last time, enjoy the next little while, and then forget this as well. He doesn’t want me the way I want him. Sure, he wants to get me off and to get off, but I want more. I want forever.
I lick and suck his cock, working a fist at the base, jacking him off. He gets impatient and pulls me up by my waist. I let out a squeak of protest but then he leans back, lying on the bed, turns me around, and puts my pussy on his mouth.
"Holy God," I murmur aloud and Cage just grunts.
I lean forward and resume pleasuring him as he slides a tongue along my inner folds. When he flicks my clit, I twitch. My body is hypersensitive and so overwhelmingly aroused I know I’ll come if he does that again. Just that.
But he doesn’t. He slides a finger inside me, then another, pumping them slowly in and out of me as I suck his cock. When I squeeze the base just a bit tighter and hollow out my already aching cheeks, I’m rewarded with a burst of precum and a litany of curses from Cage.
Then he does it. He flicks his tongue against my clit again and I explode. He suckles me gently, somehow knowing too much pressure would be more pain than pleasure, fingering me slowly, drawing out every last bit of bliss he can.
He doesn’t stop there. Cage Nichols is a man who goes the extra mile, as he’s doing right now, still working my pussy, slowly arousing me again.
I reach down and cup his balls, toying with them gently.
"Oh yeah, just like that, Fee," he growls, when I suck him impossibly harder. The man is larger than average and he’s pretty great with his staying power—I wish he used those traits on me regularly. I let out a sigh around his cock and he groans again.
I work him faster when I note his breathing picking up and then he curves his fingers inside me, hitting that one spot guaranteed to push me over the edge.
"I want you to come for me, Fee. One more time. I need you to."
With his fingers and tongue doing what they’re doing, I don’t see that being a problem. I want him to come with me this time, though, so I focus on pleasuring him, hitting that one spot just below the crown of his penis that drives him crazy. When my tongue swipes over it a third time, his hips lift off the bed.
"Come Fee, I need you to come with me."
I take him deeper, not too deep so I gag—don’t want to go there just now. He sucks my clit hard and I burst into flames. I moan around his cock, sucking him faster, using my tongue and lips in the way I know he likes.
"God, yes. Just like that," he groans as he starts to come. The first burst of cum is thick and hot and I’m grateful he’s already at the back of my throat to make swallowing easier. Thrust after thrust he jets into my throat while he uses his tongue to lightly lick around my pussy, tasting my release as he gives me his.
Sweet baby Jesus the man is lethal. If I wasn’t already in love with him, I would have fallen right now while he continued his gentle suckling.
Then I hear the clearing of a throat.
"Holy shit!" I squeal and curl into a ball. Cage sits up, unperturbed by his state of undress and when I turn my head, I know why. Ugh.
There she stands, arms crossed, fury blazing in those dark devil eyes.
I get up off the bed, pulling my panties back on in a hurry.
"What the fuck, Carina? You know better than to just walk into my home," Cage bellows, straightening himself while I slip my shoes back on.
"You know, I could have done that for you," she purrs, as I near her standing in the doorway.
Livid, I walk up to her and pat her a little harder than necessary on the cheek while I tell her, "Not nearly as well."
I know we’re already late so I head to the door.
Is that why she’s here? In Cage’s house? Did she think we were already gone? And how the hell does she know his code?
"Oh, I’m sure—" she begins as I exit the room, heading to the bathroom down the hall to freshen up, but Cage cuts her off.
"Not nearly as