Page 70 of Caging Liberty

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Page 70 of Caging Liberty

My hands smooth up her thighs before I run two fingers up her surprisingly slick folds. Lib’s hands form tight balls clutching the comforter, mimicking the tension in her crinkled eyelids. A shiver runs down my spine, and I lick my lips.

She gasps when I press my thumb against her clit, gently rubbing up and down.

“Relax,” I coo. “You’re not the only one who knows how to give oral.”

“All men think they’re good at oral,” she says with nervous amusement. “I hate to break it to you, but women are far better at faking than men are at doing.”

I chuckle. “Oh yeah? Did you fake your orgasms with Robert?”

Her expression buckles, and a sadness overtakes her face. Fuck, I am terrible with words.

I don’t need her to answer anyway. I already know.

“Do me a favor,” I say to pull Lib’s mind away from wherever she just went. I shift onto my stomach, resting my head against her inner thigh. “Don’t fake it.”

Before she can respond, I slide my tongue from her taint to her clit, and her thighs clamp around me. I tuck my hands underneath her legs to pull them apart.

My eyes close as I run my tongue up and down, tasting her. This part is mostly for me, although by the way she squirms, her back arching, I’d say she likes it. One taste, and I’m already an addict.

I force my hand around her thigh, spreading her wider, and use my thumb to rub circles on her clit. My tongue finds her honey-filled hole, and I slide inside, nuzzling my face against her while she subtly tries to pull away. I don’t think it’s her body fighting it, though, I’m pretty certain it’s her mind.

I fuck her with my tongue while increasing pressure on her clit, earning me a delicious moan. Another follows, and my cock strains painfully, blue balls already beginning to set in. Her moans almost sound reluctant, like she’s doing her best to hold back. Like she doesn’t want to believe I can unravel her as efficiently as she can unravel me.

Game on.

I drag my tongue up to her clit and purse my lips around it before sucking. Lib lets out a loud whimper while her hands thread into my hair and tug.

I fit a finger inside her and massage her walls, focusing my angle upward and searching until a low mewl signals I’ve found her G-spot.

I lick her clit, my tongue flat and firm, while sliding my finger back and forth inside her, increasing the pressure each time I hit the spot that has her pulling my hair.

“Fuck,” she groans, her legs gripping my head and forcing me closer. I guess her mind gave up.

Something slaps the headboard, and I open my eyes to see her knuckles turning white as she grips the bottom of it like she’s hanging on for dear life.

Her hips gyrate, meeting each of my thrusts. I insert another finger, relishing in the way her face contorts with pleasure. When she arches her back to lift herself higher, I shove my free hand under her ass to hold her up.

She rocks back and forth against my face, showing me the speed that she likes, teaching me something about Lib that I should’ve already known. She likes control. Unfortunately for her, so do I.

I remind myself this is for her and let her guide my movements. An idea strikes.

I pull away from Lib, and her eyes shoot open. She lets go of the headboard and braces herself on her elbows to look at me, her eyes holding a plea that has me burning with desire.

“Get up,” I order, unwrapping her legs from me.

A frown bows her lips as she pulls herself to a sitting position, but her eyes shine with interest when I shift up the bed and lay down on my back. I grab her hips and pull her toward me, and she understands what I want without me having to spell it out for her.

She throws her leg over me and positions herself to straddle my face. She lowers her pussy to my mouth, her T-shirt draping over me as I press my tongue inside her.

My fingers dig into her ass while I lick from her hole to her clit and back. When her hips start to move, I position my tongue on her clit and let her grind against me.

My vision is swallowed up by the T-shirt, so I have to settle on hearing alone to enjoy her loud moan and her palms slamming onto the top of the headboard. I suck her clit harder while she essentially fucks my face, and when her muscles seize, I quickly move to her hole to taste her when she comes.

Her thighs muffle her scream of approval for me, but it’s no less satisfying. As she comes down from her orgasm, her legs shake and her heavy breathing plays a symphony for my ears.

She slowly pulls a trembling leg over me before collapsing onto the bed. She shifts next me, and I drag her to lay on my chest. My fingers lazily glide over her shoulder as I stare up at the ceiling through hooded eyelids.

Lib slides her leg on top of mine and nuzzles her knee against my erection.




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