Page 27 of Could Be Worse

“More sex would complicate things. I mean, I’m babysitting your girls. What if we…”

“What if we like each other?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.” He stood, with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his hips and looped my arms around his neck. God, I wanted him, but this was wrong. Wasn’t it?

“We can’t have sex in your house.”

He continued toward his bedroom.

“Bryce, you’re not helping me resist you.”

He shut the door and locked it.

“Oh Jesus, you damn stubborn man.” I threw my head back in frustration.

He dropped me on the bed, my back bouncing on it, then he proceeded to remove my ankle boots.

“This is too personal… and intimate. Tomorrow we’ll regret what we’re about to do.”

He tossed my shoes aside and stuck his fingers under the waistband of my leggings. I should’ve worn jeans, because he had those bottoms pulled off me in three seconds flat, including my panties.

“Shit, Bryce. You’re not thinking clearly.”

“All I’m thinking about is making you come with my tongue.”

“Oh, is that all? Fine by me.” I wouldn’t be a fool and pass up oral sex.

“Good girl. I like a woman who is obedient.”

“I can be obedient, if it means letting you eat me out.” I inhaled a lustful breath and surrendered.

Bryce lowered to his knees, spread my legs, and lifted my ass with both hands. “Fuck, you have a beautiful pussy. Hairless too.”

“I’m happy you approve.”

“Don’t scream.” He tugged me toward his face and licked me leisurely.

I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face as a moan burst from my mouth.

It’d been years since a guy went down on me. And Bryce seemed very hungry for pussy. He held my ass firmly in his hands and swirled his tongue around my clit, nipping it with his teeth. It was sure, beautiful, magnificent torture.

I came on the spot and shattered into a million glittery sequins.

And he didn’t stop devouring me, instead amping up his performance, being more aggressive, like a starving wolf. I enjoyed this side of him probably more than I should have.

Suddenly the pillow was removed from my face, and my legs flew toward me as he changed positions, putting my knees on either side of my head, and spread me wider.

“Let’s see how flexible you are, ballerina. I want your eyes on me. Watch me eat your sweet pussy.”

Easy enough. I raised onto my elbows, happy to obey.

His eyes connected with mine, and that glorious tongue of his resumed licking me in long, slow strokes. My own darted out and mirrored him.

“Wanna taste, Sunshine?” He leaned his face toward mine. “Lick your juices off my chin.”

“If you insist.” I dragged my tongue against his bristly chin and hummed, tasting myself.

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