Reasonable Doubt: Volume 3 (Reasonable Doubt 3)

“Okay.” I looked over my shoulder. “Do you want me to sit on the coffee table?”

“No…” He trailed his fingers up my legs. “On my face.”

“What?”

“Sit your pu**y on my face.”

I stood still, speechless—unable to process what he’d just asked me to do.

Smirking, he pulled me close and tapped my left leg. “Lift that onto the pillow behind me.” He commanded me with his eyes and I slowly lifted my foot and pressed it into the cushion.

“Good girl.” He rubbed his hands along the inside of my thighs, blowing kisses against my skin. “Grab onto my hair...”

My hands found their way onto his head as he slipped two fingers inside of me, as he slowly moved them in and out.

He darted his tongue against my clit and groaned. “Are you actually going to follow my directions today?”

“Yes…”

“I need you to be as still as possible.” One of his hands cupped my ass, palming it as he continued to stretch my pu**y with his fingers. “Can you do that?”

I nodded, letting a low moan escape my mouth.

“Is that a yes?” He didn’t give me chance to answer. He drew my swollen clit into his mouth, instantly making my knees buckle beneath me.

Shutting my eyes, I screamed as he gripped my hips and slightly rocked me against his mouth—licking every part of me with his tongue, lapping up every drop.

“Andrew…” I could barely hear my own voice. “Andrew…”

My right leg lost its hold on the floor and I nearly fell forward, but he grabbed me and held me still—not moving his mouth away.

I pulled his hair hard, begging him to slow down, to let me attempt to control the pace, but it was no use.

He continued to f**k me with his mouth, ignoring my every scream.

As my hips jerked and quivers began to race through my body, he wrapped his arms around my legs and slowly pulled me down, lowering me onto his cock.

“Ahhhh….” I breathed as he buried himself inch by inch. “I…I…”

“You, what?” He kissed my forehead once he was entirely inside of me. “Do you not want to ride me this way? Would you prefer if I bent you over?”

I shook my head, and he covered one of my ni**les with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it hardened.

Without him telling me to, I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved myself up and down his cock.

“Harder…” He bit my neck. “I want you to f**k me as hard as I f**k you…”

I grinded my hips into him again and again, as forceful as I could, but he grabbed me and began thrusting his own hips up from the floor.

“Andrew, I’m going to cum…” I cried out as he completely took over. “I’m going to—”

He slapped my ass as my body finally gave in, as his gave in, too.

Breathless, I leaned against his chest, but he didn’t let me rest long. He eased me out of his lap and stood up—walking off to toss away the condom.

Heading back over to me, he scooped me into his arms and carried me into his bedroom, gently lowering me onto his sheets.

I rolled over to the side of the bed I preferred—the side by the window, and waited for him to lay next to me, but he didn’t. He took a seat near the edge of the bed and lifted my feet into his lap.