Page 51 of Perfect Guy
I flatten my tongue over her clit, thrusting my fingers inside of her again and sucking all of her. I curl my fingers, remembering how much she likes this, and gently scrape my teeth along her pussy lips before sucking her clit.
Madelyn’s entire body tenses and stiffens. She calls out my name, her hand pulling my hair to the point of pain. I’m not sure if it’s to try to stop me or put her energy into something. When she presses my face into her pussy, I know it’s game over.
I push her over the edge, swallowing her desire and feeling her pussy pulse around my fingers.
“Too good. Too much,” she begs and almost laughs. “I can’t…” Her breathing comes in short spurts. “Fuck,” she cries out.
“How many times…are you…gonna do this?” Her words are broken up, and I can’t get enough of this sight.
“However many I need to.” I lick up her pussy softly now, seeing how sensitive she is. Her thighs tighten, trying to close the gap, but my body’s in the way.
“Too much, too much,” she cries. “Stop, stop.”
I kiss a path up her body, flicking each nipple on the way to her lips. I smash down on her, kissing her desperately.
“Your turn.”
“No.” I grab her hand. “I won’t last. I’m… I have no control left.” I confess, sliding her hand between us so she can feel me against my sweatpants.
“You’ve made me this hard.” My dick jerks against her palm, and she hasn’t even moved it.
“I want to be inside of you,” my voice rises in question.
Madelyn brushes my hair from my forehead. We’re both sweaty, and I can feel her wetness soaking the front of my sweatpants.
“I want that, too.” Her voice is soft.
“Fuck,” I murmur to myself before kissing her as if we had all the time in the world. I’m in no rush, wanting to extend this as much as possible.
Her hand moves against my length, and I hiss through my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut. I count to ten and back down, distract myself before I come in my pants like a teen.
“I love how little restraint you have with me,” she quietly speaks.
My eyes snap to hers, and she continues speaking.
“I like that you’re struggling to keep it together. That I make you feel this way.” She gives my dick a quick squeeze.
“I really want to touch you without clothes. I want to feel your hot skin on mine, feel you twitch in my hand, coat me with your orgasm.”
Surprised by her words, I drop my forehead on hers and try to catch my breath.
“I’d love that, but then I won’t be able to feel your pussy around me.”
“You could. I’ll make you feel good again. Please,” she draws out the word.
“Shit, you know I’ll give you anything you want.” My jaw is clenched so tight that I think I’ll crack my teeth. She continues to lazily run her open palm up and down my length.
“Give me this, then. Let me feel you like this again. I can’t stop thinking about it. I think about you fucking me, too. Why can’t I have both?”
I take a deep breath, rubbing my eyes as I hold my weight with my other hand. She takes my silence as a green light—or she takes advantage of my pause—to push down my sweatpants. My dick springs out of them, and her eyes widen.
“You weren’t wearing underwear?”
“I thought you could tell.”
“I didn’t even notice. I guess I was busy with other things.” Her eyes darken.
“Yeah,” I nod, smirking. “Orgasming into my mouth.” I wink.