Page 50 of Perfect Guy
“That feels fantastic,” she says, her nails scratching my back.
I tear my t-shirt over my head, so I can feel her touch directly on me.
“Mark me,” I stare into her eyes. Madelyn moans, her nails doing just that.
“That’s right…” I encourage her as I take her nipple between my teeth. Her hips rub against mine, dry humping me.
“You want it, huh? I bet you’re soaked.” I love the way she reacts when I talk to her like this.
“You know I am,” she challenges me. “Why don’t you check just in case?” Her eyes sparkle with mischief and desire.
“Fuck, babe. You’re definitely made for me with that mouth.” I kiss her, my tongue invading her mouth as my fingers work on her jean shorts.
Sneaking my hand, I groan at the wetness spread around her. I mumble a curse into her mouth, my dick incredibly hard. I could probably use it as a hammer, and it wouldn’t budge. I brush her clit, my hand restrained, but I’m too desperate to get off her and undress her completely.
“Oh my,” she calls out as her hips lift off the mattress.
“You’re so sensitive,” I whisper. “So receptive to my touch. I can’t wait to see how you react with my dick. I bet you’ll milk me so fucking good.” I thrust a finger inside of her, causing her to yelp and groan.
Her legs widen for me, and I sneak a second finger inside of her tight pussy. Her core pulses when I press my thumb to her clit, my hand at an awkward angle.
“Shit, babe, you’re drenched.” I kiss down her chest to her tits, giving them both the pleasure they deserve, which makes Madelyn cry out. I love how vocal she is.
I need more of her. I remove my fingers and smile when she whimpers.
“Just for a sec,” I promise, licking my fingers clean before kissing her. “I love your taste.”
Madelyn doesn’t speak. The flush on her face, her moans, and her tense muscles is enough for me to know she’s close to the brink.
I step off the bed and grab her boot, removing each one along with her socks. Then I peel her shorts down her long legs, followed by her soaked underwear. Her glistening pussy is bare to me, and I lick my lips. I need a taste. I’ll starve if I don’t.
Kneeling before her, Madelyn gasps with wide eyes. I smirk, not saying a word, and running my nose up her inner thigh. She’s dripping. Knowing I’ve made her feel this way is a power trip.
I reach her pussy and run my tongue along her length. Her clit is swollen already, and when my tongue flicks it, she all but falls apart.
“Just as I imagined. Sweet as peaches.” I grip her thighs, spreading her wide and lifting her hips slightly off the bed. I place one of her legs over my shoulder and inhale.
“I’m ready to feast.”
I’m met with a moan upon hearing my words.
“You’re torture,” she finally says.
“I’m making sure this is perfect for you.”
“By teasing me?” She lifts a brow.
“By prolonging it, making sure it’s not a wuss orgasm, but one that will drown you in pleasure. I want you to see fireworks, uncontrollable. I want you to let loose, allow yourself to fall so hard.”
“Canaan…” her words are pleading. “I need more.”
“I know, babe. I’m gonna give it to you,” I promise before licking her again.
I suck her clit in my mouth and push two fingers into her pussy. My tongue flicks her swollen bud as I fuck her with my fingers. Madelyn writhes beneath me, begging me for more and for me to stop at the same time.
I keep pushing her and pausing, removing my fingers and replacing them with my tongue as I fuck her, tasting the depths of her. God, she’s delicious. I love this. I love the way I’m making her feel. I love that she’s trusting me like this.
I snap.