Page 28 of Deliverance

Excitement lights up her eyes and Brad practically scrambles to show her the way while Trip chases after.

“No fucking fair! I want to watch!” he shouts.

Laughing at him, I shake my head as I move towards my room. It’s only the next door over, so I slip inside quickly and head to my side drawer with all my…special toys. I begin rifling through when I hear the door shut behind me. A fuming Bridgette is standing there, arms crossed with smoke practically coming out of her ears.

“Are you fucking serious?”

I give her a bored look before I shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You are not going to fuck that hippie whore!” she snaps as she closes the distance between us.

“Why? Because you’d prefer I fuck you?” I test.

Her mouth flattens into a thin line. “You’re just trying to piss me off.”

I can’t help it, I laugh.

“No, babe. That’s what you were trying to do to me with that dumbass. It didn’t work. Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re standing in the way of me and an orgasm,” I say as I sidestep her.

Bridgette matches the step, blocking my way as she seethes.

“Is that all you want? Done.”

Faster than I’d expect, Bridgette shoves me onto my bed before climbing on top of me. Her mouth is on mine, her skirt lifted up as she grinds her pussy against mine. That bratty little stunt was stupid as fuck, but how am I going to say no as she begins kissing her way down my body?

Her hands unbutton my shorts in record time, pushing them and my panties down my ankles before she falters. She is never the one to take charge; it’s always me. Sometimes she will finger fuck me while we make out, but she hasn’t even wanted to attempt to go down on me, and I haven’t pushed her. It can be intimidating for some, and I get it, I’m not a tit for tat kind of lover. I can’t lie, though; this is the closest her mouth has come to my pussy and I’m fucking aching for her.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers vulnerably.

“I’ll teach you.”

Wrapping my fingers around her hair, I guide her face to me as I open my legs. She moves slowly, her eyes darting up at me before she flattens out her tongue and runs a line through me.

“Shit,” I whimper. “Just like that. Good girl.” I praise.

She does it again and again, her eyes falling closed as she lets out a moan of her own. I can’t help but smile as my fingers trace her pretty face.

“You like eating pussy, baby B?”

She pulls away, her lips shiny as she speaks.

“I like eating your pussy. You taste so good.”

“Good.” I grin, forcing her back between my legs.

Bridgette got her nails shortened and I’m so grateful for it when she slides two fingers inside me. She’s been playing the whole soft and insecure role really well, but right now, she’s in charge and she looks to be loving every second of it.

The idea of a gorgeous blonde ready and waiting for me a few doors down distracts me only for a moment until I see those pretty blue eyes and silky black hair look up to me. Nope, I’ll gladly stay where I am. Bridgette’s tongue begins moving faster, her fingers in perfect synchronization as she breathes against me.

“Come for me, babe. I want to make you feel good,” she says.

“Are you tired already?” I smirk.

She nods her head as she continues fingering me, though she’s definitely losing her stamina. Lifting my eyebrows, I chuckle.

“Practice makes perfect.”

Shoving her face back to me, she does her best to keep up but I end up grinding myself against her instead, which, believe you me, is no hardship. I feel my orgasm right on the edge and at the perfect moment, Bridgette curls her fingers up, rubbing against my g-spot and literally robbing me of my vision.