Page 74 of The Rebel of Raleigh High

“Did I do something wrong?” she pants.

“No. But I wanna fuck your mouth so badly, Silver. I want to grab hold of your hair and shove myself all the way down your throat, and I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman.”

She smirks, glowing a little, looking a little pleased with herself. “I take it that’s why you were swearing in Italian?”

I laugh, noting with vague amusement that I sound a little shaky even to my own ears. “I didn’t even realize I had.”

“Sounded very aggressive. You’re gonna have to teach me how to say some of those…”

“Anything. Fucking anything. I’ll give you whatever you want if you lie on your back and let me see that perfect, pretty little pussy.”

She tries to act cool, tries to pretend that she isn’t blushing as she rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs, but I see the bright spots on her cheeks. They make her look so damn innocent.

I fall on her like the savage monster I am, grabbing her thighs and closing them around my head as I sink my tongue into her pussy. She pants and shakes against me, writhing, rocking her hips, screaming out a few curse words of her own by the time she comes.

It nearly fucking kills me to show some restraint, but I accomplish what I set out to do. Silver surrenders up two more orgasms before she literally begs me to fuck her. I make her come once more on my dick before I finally allow myself to ride out the wave of my own climax, holding her tight in my arms, shuddering against her, and she clings to me, sighing out my name like a promise.

For a long time, I bury my face into her neck, and I just breathe her in. She smells like summer, like gardenia, and violets, and bright spring mornings. Eventually, I stroke back her damp hair from her face, pulling her close to me and catching her up in the circle of my arms. “This the part where you make your excuses and leave?” I whisper against the crown of her head.

She laughs quietly, pressing a kiss against the ink on my chest in return. “No. This is the part where I realize you’ve stolen my fucking soul, and I have no chance of ever getting it back.”

She borrowed my line, but I don’t mind. If it’s the truth, if Ihavemanaged to lay a claim on her like that, then she can borrow as many of my lines as she damn well wants. Fuck it, she can have them all. We fall asleep, wound up in each other, spent, exhausted and delirious on endorphins.