Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

His hips began to pump harder, his thrusts into my mouth becoming more frantic, more demanding. The pleasure from his fingers was a dizzying distraction, but I focused through the haze, sucking him with a desperate greed, determined to take all of him.

“I’m coming!” he growled, his voice thick and strained.

That was my cue. I wanted all of him, every last drop. I took him deeper, my mouth a tight seal around his shaft. His whole body turned to stone, his back arching, his ass lifting off the cracked leather seat. Then it hit—a hot, salty rush flooding my mouth, thick and bitter. I swallowed it down without a second thought, greedy for it, my throat working to take every pulse. It was less than before, but the power of it, the sheer intimacy, made my head spin. He is inside me now. For real.

As his spent, softening dick slipped from my lips, his fingers, which had never really stopped, dug back into me with a new purpose. The shock of it sent me spiralling. My own climax ripped through me, violent and endless. It was a seizure, a convulsion that stole my breath and blurred my vision. I ground myself against his hand, my sticky cunt milking every last shudder from the earthquake he started inside me.

When the world finally stopped shaking, I was boneless. I reached for his finger, slick with my own mess, and cleaned it with my tongue, tasting our sin. We dressed in a heavy, breathless silence. My body felt weightless, like I was floating on a cloud of pure satisfaction. He leaned in and we kissed again, slowly, deeply—no longer just a boy and a girl, but partners in a delicious crime.