Tempted by Alana Sapphire

and licking.
    “Do it…mark me.”
    Fuck. I suck at the base of her neck
and she sinks her nails into my back.
    “Yes! Everywhere…I want you to mark me
everywhere.”
    I move down, pushing her T-shirt up to expose
her skin. I slide my tongue from the waistband of her panties and
up her stomach. Her muscles jump beneath my tongue and she
whimpers. I sink my teeth into her flesh and suck on her skin until
it’s red, and then I move to the next side. She feels so fucking
good, I can barely control myself. My dick feels like someone’s
hammering it from the inside, and my balls feel like they’re about
to burst. I grab her knee and bite into her thigh, leaving another
mark there.
    “Gage!”
    The scent of her arousal hits me and I almost
lose my mind. I place my forehead on her stomach, below her navel,
and breathe her in.
    “Please…don’t stop,” she begs.
    I move back up her body but before I can say
anything, she flips over and straddles me. I know I should stop
her, but I let her remove my jeans. I suck in a breath as she runs
her fingers over my dick. She curls her fingers into the waist of
my boxers and that’s when I snap out of my haze. I grab her
shoulders and pull her into my arms.
    “No, babe. No more.”
    “But why?” She whines.
    “Because we can’t.”
    “Yes, we can. It’s perfectly legal. If you’re
worried about people finding out, I won’t tell anyone. I
promise.”
    “I’m trying to fight temptation here. Don’t
make it harder.”
    “What? Your dick?”
    With a smile, she reaches down and grabs it,
squeezing it in her tiny hand.
    “Raven, stop.”
    “Weren’t you the one who told me to submit,
no, yield to temptation?”
    “Babe, please. I’m really trying here.”
    “I’ve got a quote for you. Tom Wilson, ‘about
the only time losing is more fun than winning is when you’re
fighting temptation’. Don’t you want to have fun?”
    “No.” I answer, even though it’s a fucking
lie.
    “Ugh!”
    She slides onto the bed but lays her head on
my chest. I try to concentrate on getting ahold of myself.
    “I hate to say this, but maybe we shouldn’t
sleep in the same bed until…after,” I tell her.
    “Whatever.”
    “Don’t be petulant.”
    “I’m not petulant. I’m mad.”
    “Well, don’t be mad, either. I promise I’ll
make it up to you.”
    “What. Ever.”
    We lay in silence for a while before she sits
up and looks around the room.
    “Do you have any paper…a pencil?”
    “Downstairs in the living room. There’s a
desk with all kinds of shit in there.”
    She hops off the bed and returns with a sheet
of paper, a clipboard, and a pencil. She sits cross-legged at the
foot of the bed and stares at me. “What?”
    “Don’t move.”
    I lace my fingers together under my head and
stare up at the ceiling. She can’t stay mad all night. After a
while, she moves closer. She looks from me to the clipboard and I
realize she’s drawing me.
    “Your face is perfect,” she says, more to
herself than to me.
    “Why, thank you.”
    “I mean it…symmetrical…perfect for
drawing.”
    A few minutes later, she hands me the
clipboard. I can’t believe my eyes. “Holy shit! If I didn’t just
see you do it, I wouldn’t have believed it. You’re really talented,
baby doll.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Damn, it looks just like me. Tattoos, hard
dick and all.” She giggles and lies next to me once more. “Does
this mean I’m forgiven?”
    “For now.”
    “I know how to get back in your good graces.
What do you want for your birthday?”
    “Oh, now you’re asking? For months, all I’ve
been hearing about is what you’re getting out of the deal.”
    “Seriously, anything you want.”
    “I don’t know. Haven’t really thought about
it.”
    “You want a party?”
    “You wanna throw me one?”
    “Sure. Just let me know who you want
there.”
    She raises up on her elbow and looks down at
me. “You’d do that for me?”
    “I’d do anything for you, Raven.”
    I say