Chapter 40 – Pretending You Are Mine Novel

“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.

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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.

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