Page 81 of A Foster Fling
“Get off my bed!”
In fact, I try toclose my legs, but he’s got my body pinned down with an arm under my thigh and across my stomach. It opens me up enough to feel vulnerable and nervous. His nose nuzzles against my clit, and I can feel him take a deep inhale, making me shiver.
When his tongue licks along the seam of my lower lips and inside of me, all my fight dies. He shouldn’t be this good. Other thoughts begin to invade my mind as my hands grip the sheets beneath, my toes curling with the way he wields his tongue inside of me. One question that doesn’t leave me alone is: Who the fuck has he done this with?
Grabbing his hair, I jerk his face up. It’s still too dark to see anything clearly, but I already know he has a fucking smirk on his face, and it pisses me off.
“Tell me her name.” My voice comes out angrier than I wanted it to. I was trying to keep it cool but apparently, my mouth had better ideas.
He turns his head and nips at my inner thigh. I can feel that shit all the way to my pussy because it clenches, loosening my grip enough for him to continue his assault down there. The sensations he’s bringing up within me are creating a lust haze. My arms cross over my face as my stomach tightens the more the pleasure builds. It’s never felt like this before.Not when I touch myself. This climb towards the unknown is killing me slowly. My hips are gyrating out of my control, wanting more of what he’s giving me. His fingers dig into my skin, anchoring me back onto the bed, and it makes me hot. Right when I think I’m going to reach that breaking point, Jaiden’s mouth stops and he climbs over me, making me want to scream.
I do.
“Fucker! What do you think you are doing?” Does this make me a bitch?Fuck that. He’s always a grade-A asshole anyway.
His mouth covers my other breast, and my pussy responds, my legs opening up wide to make room for him. The feel of skin on skin makes my breath hitch. When did he take off his boxers?Did he even wear any to bed? Why is that so hot?This is Jaiden. I shouldn’t feel this way about him.
Fuck. We shouldn’t be doing this at all.
The tip of his dick is hard and wet as it rubs against my inner thigh, distracting me from any further logical thoughts. His lips travel up the column of my neck and my arms and legs loop around him, pulling him closer. I hate that he makes me feel this way. From one spectrum to another —from hate to lust— Jaiden makes mefeelthings.
When our lips crash together, he slides his shaft against my wet pussy, and I whimper. It’s still overly sensitized by everything he’s done thus far, only needing a little more friction to get back to the high I was riding.
“I love the taste of your pussy, Mel.”
Mel? Who am I with right now? Who says this kind of shit?
“Who are you?”
“Say my name.”
“No.”
He growls and my nipples harden. A finger dips into my pussy and my legs wrap around him tighter. We shouldn’t. I’ve only touched my clit. I’ve never—
Another finger dives inside and it already feels so full. Suddenly my hips jerk from something else slapping against me.
“We can’t,” I beg.
“Shut up and just feel.”
“Jaiden! We can’t!” No matter how much I’m screaming it, my hips are rubbing up against the head of his dick, hoping it will just ‘accidentally’ slip in without me feeling guilty about letting him get his way.
Does that make me bad?
“Jai—” He covers my mouth with his, hips grinding against me, pushing me into the mattress.
I can feel his arm between us as he grabs his cock and pushes the tip in and out, in and out. I want to scream at him to stop as well as for him to go deeper, because I can’t take all this teasing anymore.
“Please.”I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I needsomething. I need this feeling to stop.
“I know you want it. Stop fighting it.”
“We can’t! Jaiden, we shouldn’t do this! What if—”
His hand clamps over my mouth and with one hard thrust, he breaches me. Tears spring from my eyes as my pussy walls burn with the invasion despite how wet he’s made me. I’m scared, my body is shaking but I’m caught between two worlds: wanting him so badly and knowing we’ve done something really, really wrong.
Is it wrong, though?