“Do you remember the contract?” I ask, my patience wearing thin.
“Yes,” she says.
“Do you remember the extra condition you gave me? You owe me a favor.”
“Yes, I remember,” she says, her breathing becoming heavy.
“I know what I want my favor to be,” I say as I pull her up and then rest my hands on her shirt. I sl*p my fi**gers underneath and pull it up and over her head, revealing her matching lace strapless bra.
“Wh-What is it?” she asks.
I reach around her back and find the clasp of her bra. With one fl**k of my fi**gers, I undo it and watch as the fabric falls to her lap.
And f**k me . . .
Her tits are so f**king sexy. Round, tight, with dark n**ples pebbled from the air, they’re aching for my touch, for my mouth.
I push her back down on the mattress, and as I thread my fi**gers into her thong and start to tug it down, I say, “I want you to allow me to f**k you with my t***ue tonight.”
“Is that even a question you need to ask?” Her chest heaves as I lower her thong down her legs and all the way off.
I stare down at her, completely naked for me, and I realize there is no way I’ll have any self-control. She’s easily the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with. With round, high tits, a narrow waist, and a bare p**sy, she’s making me sweat just looking at her.
“F**k,” I mutter as I slide my hands up her th**hs and run my thumbs over her p**sy. “You’re so hot, Ollie.”
Her legs spread, and she opens for me while her hands fall to her br***ts. “Please don’t play with me, Silas.” Her head twists to the side. “I’ve wanted you to make me come for so long. I need it tonight. Please.”
Seeing her desperation match the desperation I feel inside makes me feel even more connected to her. I like knowing I haven’t been the only one suffering.
I remove my jacket and toss it to the side and then untuck my shirt and unb**ton it. The entire time, I watch her play with her n**ples and move her pelvis, seeking attention. Just watching her has my c**k straining in my pants. I leave my shirt open and bend down. Placing both my hands on her inner th**hs, I spread her even wider, causing her to gasp.
I make eye contact with her as I lower my mouth, and right before I stick my t***ue out, I take a deep breath.
Her eyes widen right before I p**ss my mouth to her sl**k p**sy.
“Oh f**k,” she groans as her pelvis pushes up, seeking more.
Hands still on her th**hs, I take long, languid strokes with my t***ue. She squirms beneath me as I lap away at her, never fully pushing all the way in against her c**t, just staying around the outside, prepping her for what’s to come. If this is her response already, I can’t wait to see what else she does.
I lift only slightly and say, “Hold your th**hs for me.”
She lets go of her br***ts and grabs her th**hs, keeping them spread for me. Instead of going back to her p**sy, I trail k**ses up her tight stomach to just below her br***ts.
“s**k them, Silas. Please . . . please s**k them.”
“That wasn’t part of the agreement,” I say as I drag my t***ue between her br***ts.
“Please,” she begs, the sound so desperate that I give in and p**ss tiny k**ses along her br***ts, but once I reach her n**ple and see how hard it is, I lose another level of self-control. I cup her br***t in my hand, squeezing it hard as I s**k her n**ple between my l*ps.
Together, we m**n.
I don’t know how long I’ve wanted to play with her tits, but Jesus Christ, they’re better than I imagined. Soft, velvety, and bigger than I expected. F**k, I could spend hours playing with them.
I nibble across her t*t, making sure to leave my mark before I work my way to the other one. Her pelvis lifts toward me, feeling out my hard c**k, and I allow it because what little p**ssure she’s able to obtain keeps me satiated as I play with her br***ts.
S**king.
Nipping.
l**king.
Squeezing.
“I love your tits, Oliana,” I say, my voice ragged from how turned on I am. “But I think I might love your p**sy more.” I k**s my way back down her stomach, past her pubic bone, and right above her p**sy. With two fi**gers, I spread her wide, exposing her c**t, and then lower my t***ue to just above it.
And I hover, letting her feel my heavy breath and the scruff of my jaw against her inner th**h.
“Silas,” she m**ns. “Please.”
I love how vocal she is. I love that she doesn’t shy away from what she wants but simply asks. It’s so sexy.
With my hand that’s not spreading her, I move it back up her body, and just as I pinch her left n**ple between my fi**gers, I p**ss my t***ue against her c**t.
“Oh my . . . f**k,” she says, her eyes squeezing tight.
From her delicious response, I do it again.
And again.
And again.
“More,” she begs. “I need more.”
I p**ss my t***ue against her slit and lightly fl**k at it, creating a vibration against the nub that causes her to release her legs and grip my head, her fi**gers digging into my scalp.
“F**k, Silas. Oh my God . . . keep . . . going.”
I keep my eyes on her, watch her reaction as I continue the relentless pace, and as I see her body grow tighter and tighter and her breathing pick up, I know she’s getting close, so I lift, releasing her.
“No,” she cries and sits up on her elbows. “Silas, don’t do this to me.”
I reach out and cup her face. “Baby, where’s your vibrator?”
“In . . . in my nightstand,” she says, her eyes wild with anticipation.
I reach into her nightstand and find a purple vibrator. I switch it on to make sure it works, and then I say, “Hold your legs again.”
She does as she’s told, and I run the dildo along her slit, letting her arousal lube it up before I sl*p it inside her. She groans and tightens when I turn it on. I let the subtle buzz work her back up. Her eyes stay fixed on me, traveling down my chest to my abs, and right to my pants where my hard-on is p**ssing urgently against my suit pants. She w*ts her l*ps, and I know what she wants after this, but she won’t be getting it.
No, just this.
Only this.
“How close are you?” I ask.
“Very,” she squeaks out.
“Good,” I say right before I lower my mouth to her p**sy again and p**ss my t***ue against her c**t, fl**king short, tight strokes once more. Her m**ns grow louder. Her body tenses. Her breath seizes, and her mouth falls open as a guttural m**n spills past her l*ps.
“F**k . . . f**k,” she says as her body convulses, and she comes.
It’s the sexiest thing, seeing how I can control her, how I can make her feel the most euphoric feeling anyone can ever experience. Her response was unlike anything Sarah ever gave me, and it’s made me feel . . . powerful. It also confirms that Sarah and I were so incredibly incompatible. But not this woman in front of me. We couldn’t be more sexually compatible.
I slowly pull away and turn off the vibrator, letting her catch her breath on the bed. I remove my shirt and then tug on her arm to lift her up. Her worn-out body allows me to put the shirt on, and then I kneel in front of her and b**ton a few of the middle b**tons before laying her back down on the bed. I hover over her and lean down to k**s her forehead.
“Happy Birthday, Ollie.”
With that, I grab my suit jacket, and without turning around, I head out of the door, praying no one sees me exit her dorm with a massive f**king erection. I’ll be dreaming about her all f**king night when I pleasure myself and deep into my dreams.
* * *
Ollie: I can’t believe I’m waking up alone.
Silas: If I had stayed, I would have had my dick halfway down your throat.
Ollie: A birthday present I would have gladly accepted.
Silas: A present I wasn’t willing to give.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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