Page 55 of Fourth Wheel

“Fuck, Dem,” she mutters as she drags a hand through my hair.

That’s it, baby girl. Tell me what you like.

Hooking my arms around each of her thighs, I shift back to sit on my heels. I drag her body with me so she’s in a bridge position and I can really get a mouthful of her delicious cunt.

“Fuck… fuck. That feelssogood,” she praises.

“You tastesogood,” I reply, rushing to get my words out so I can get back to business. I establish a rhythm between tongue-fucking, licking, and sucking, and soon she’s lifting her hips to meet my mouth.

“Fuck… okay, I’m good,” she says out of nowhere.

Good?

Her words have barely registered when she tries to pull away.

“What the fuck?” I gawk as she attempts to get out of my hold and wiggle up the mattress.

“I want you to fuck me now,” she pants, her cheeks flushed from arousal.

Seriously.What. The. Fuck?

“We’re not having sex until I make you come.”

Her eyes widen in—what? Shock? Horror?—before she sits up and scoots farther away from me. I’m so caught off guard, I prowl after her on instinct, getting right up in her face until she’s leaning back against the headboard.

“What’s wrong?” I demand, searching her face as she tries to steady her breathing.

“Nothing.”

“Did I do something you didn’t like?”

“No.”

“Is there something else you want me to do?”

“No! God, Dempsey. I said I was ready to fuck. Most guys are more than happy to switch things up and get the party started.” She turns her head away from me, but I see right through her bullshit.

“Most guys, huh? We’ve already established that I’m not like most guys, baby girl.” I gently grasp her chin and turn her head back to face me. “Has no one ever made you come like that?”

Her cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson, and she fights to break out of my grasp.

“Answer me, Maddie,” I grit out in frustration.

She grabs my wrist and pulls my arm away from her face before answering.

“No, okay? Are you happy now?Thatnever works for me, and it’s really fucking embarrassing having to say it out loud. I like it. And it feels good. But you’re down there, and I’m all the way up here. I start to worry that it’s taking too long, or that you’re bored…”

I bark out a laugh. I’m as amused as I am outraged.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize, shaking my head in frustration. “I’m not laughing at you. But I swear to God, Maddie, I was notboredwhen I was tongue-fucking your cunt just now. I was having the time of my life. But now I’m furious that you didn’t let me finish.”

I shift back down the bed, grip her ankles in my hands, and pull her with me.

“With your permission, princess,” I look her in the eye and will her to feel my sincerity, “I’d like to resume what I was doing. And just so you know, I was purposely taking my time, but I can speed things up if it makes you feel better.”

She puffs out her cheeks and blows out a long breath, which just irritates me more.

“Five minutes,” she mutters before sliding back into position.