“Forest.” Softness. It surrounds me, from her body to her voice. It’s only fair that I give her what I know she’ll likely beg me for, and if I don’t give Bailey something to do with her mouth, we’ll likely wake up the girls. That’s why I pull away from her tit, promising myself and her without a word uttered that one day, I’ll give them all the attention in the world until she comes from me playing with her nipples alone.
“Baby, I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, but you have to stay quiet. Since there’s not a whole lot of room for you to wrap your mouth around my cock, I’m going to keep you silent another way.” I slam my lips on top of hers. The hand that was holding her hip in its place moves up her body, cursing the fucking fabric that’s hiding her from me, fingers grasping the strands at the end to tip her head up as I dominate her mouth and body, thumb on her clit pressing down firmly, then lessening the pressure, two fingers at her entrance sliding in with one solid movement. Bailey loves a small amount of pain with her pleasure, whether it's me shoving my cock so deeply inside that I can feel her cervix, fucking sucking me in with her hungry pussy, or if my teeth bite down on any body part I can get ahold of.
I swallow down her moan, taking it down my throat, not wanting this to end due to the the pitter-patter of tiny feet. Another lesson to learn is to take this to my bedroom, where I can spread Bailey out naked, my own clothes gone as I take her from behind like I wanted to before I walked out of the hotel room.
“Come for me, Bailey, come all over of my fingers like it’s my cock fucking you.” I pull back for only a moment, wanting to see her face as she locks her pussy around my fingers, hips moving back and forth. I barely have to move my digits, that’s how hungry she is for it.
“Oh God, Forest, I want that so badly.” Her head drops back on her shoulders, rapture taking over as I watch her body shake, knowing she’s right there, and I’m going to be the one to make her soar. I dip my head, mouth meeting her neck, sucking on the skin, wanting to leave a mark on her body, and I would, too, if it weren’t for the fact she’d get questioned to death. Instead, I use my mouth to pull on it, once, twice, licking the sting away, and then bite down. Bailey lets go, coming so hard she’s drenching her shorts as well as the whole of my hand. Not for the first time tonight do I wish it were my head buried between her thighs, lapping up every drop.
TWENTY-ONE
Bailey
“I can’t believe you talked me into spending the night, and how we’re awake this early is obscene,” I tell Forest in the early morning light, earlier than I’d usually be up. That’s because we both don’t want the girls to know exactly what’s going on between the two of us just yet.
“That’s for my own personal pleasure.” His voice is deep and raspy with sleep, doing all kinds of things to the place between my legs. Sadly, or not so sadly, it didn’t take very much convincing for him to talk me into staying the night. It was remaining quiet that seemed to be the bigger problem. Forest kept me locked in his arms, my shorts drenched from the way he worked my body. I was completely exhausted, replete, until he started walking, my arms wrapped draped over his shoulders, legs locked around his waist, feeling his hardness with every movement. It was me who was ravenous by the time we made it to bed. We didn’t have sex, but that didn’t make me not want to wrap my lips around his cock, which is exactly what I did. Forest sitting on the side of the bed, me dropping to my knees, the two of us talking quickly about not being with anyone else and being tested. I told him birth control would be an issue. He grumbled but said he had stocked up on condoms the day he realized that his firmly-planted rules were going to be thrown out the window. That was when I attacked his belt and slacks, the craving to give him what he gave to me downstairs driving me, remembering how his thickness felt in my hand, how the upward curve of his shaft and his mushroom-shaped head made me come harder than ever before. The man has not only spoiled me in the orgasm department, he’s also ruined the thought of even thinking about being with another man. My mouth worked him, taking his guidance with every fevered whisper, every moan in rapture, thighs squeezing together to stave off the burning need to come again. Of course, Forest would only amplify that when his hands cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples all while taking him as deep as possible, swallowing doing so and causing the infallible Forest Hughes to lose control. My nipples took the brunt of his pleasure, my own core clenched, and, another first on my sexual experience list, I came while his thick jets of cum coated the back of my throat.