Page 286 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“Watching me what?”

“Watching the way you’re looking at me right now has me wanting to forget where we are, and why we’re here, and just fuck you the way you’re wanting to be fucked.”

“But, I don’t,” I told him.

“Easton chuckled. “You’re looking at my cock like it’s your next meal.”

He then moved his hands to the back of my head, then thrust forward. I moaned against my own volition. Easton wasn’t wrong. “You’re right,” I finally confessed when he pulled back. This time, he was the one to react as he groaned out in frustration. Enjoying the fact that I could still affect him, I smirked. “I want to taste you.”

“Shelby,” he said in a warning I ignored.

If I had to be stuck here with him, I might as well have some fun with it. “I want to wrap my lips around you, then take you in my throat.”

“Fuck, Shelby,” he ground out.

I reached between us to drag my hand over his erection. “I’d tongue you from base to tip.”

“Careful or else you might just get what you’re asking for.”

I smiled at that. “And I’d take you back to my throat, then swallow down around–”

Before I could say anything else, he fisted a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. I was now looking up at him as he stood over me. The tick in his jaw was ever present, and just when I thought this man couldn’t look any sexier, I was proven wrong.

“You’re such a damn dick tease,” he told me.

“I’m not teasing,” I lied, or was I really not being honest. I could feel my panties growing wetter the longer he pulled on my hair and stood in such close proximity.

“Shelby,” he rasped. “We can’t.”

“Please,” I asked before witnessing his moment of surrender.

“You’re going to be the death of me in more ways than one,” he replied, and I watched as his free hand undid the button on his jeans so he could unzip his pants.

I never realized until now that he went commando. Easton pulled his cock out, and as suspected, the tip was weeping with his pre-come. I did want to taste him so when he came closer, I thrust my tongue out and lapped at the glistening drops. There were four, then a couple more, and finally I wanted and needed more.

I wrapped my entire mouth around the thick head and he groaned. I think he whispered my name, but I couldn’t be sure because all I could hear in my head was the pounding of my own heartbeat in my chest. Easton tried to force the issue, and after a few seconds, I let him. Widening my mouth as I opened it more, I remained still so he could use me the way he wanted to use me. There was something wrong about all of this after all that had happened, but everything was so right in this moment.

Easton began to fuck my mouth and I took every inch of him. His grip tightened on my hair, and he eventually used it almost like a rein as he quickened his pace. I could barely breathe, not that I cared at that moment. I did moan though as he slammed against my tonsils each time he thrust into me.

This carried on for several minutes until he pulled out entirely. “Lick my balls, Shelby.” He didn’t have to ask me twice. After moving even closer, I reached out to touch him. As I wrapped my mouth around one of them, he groaned in pleasure. “I’ve dreamed of this very moment.”

I continued to suck on the one before moving to the other, all while stroking him from base to tip. Between the additional pre-come on the tip and my saliva from earlier, my hand moved without resistance. I began to stroke him harder as I drew both of his balls into my mouth. His cock twitched once or twice, then he pulled away. Seconds later, he swatted my hand away, then thrust back into my mouth.

This time when he reached my throat, he stilled then began to come inside my mouth. I swallowed every drop of him and relished every sound and word of praise he delivered. By the time he pulled out completely, he swiped his thumb along my bottom lip.

“I’m so fucking addicted to you,” he confessed.

I almost thought I misheard him, but his words echoed in my head. “I’m addicted to you, too.”

“All I think about is making you come, or vice versa. Fuck, you never disappoint me.”

“Easton,” I whispered. “I need–”

“I know,” he told me, then pulled me onto my feet. Seconds later, he swept me up into his arms and then deposited me onto the couch. His body weight came down on mine right away as he pulled the bottom of my dress up. “You’re always so fucking wet, too.”

His fingers moved through my slit and he easily inserted three of them inside of me. Easton wasted no time finding my spot, then assaulting it with his brand of sensual torment. He’d constantly bring me to the edge, then deny me the relief I desperately needed. A pleasure Dom, through and through.

Squirming and writhing, I gave myself over to this man. His mouth came down on mine as he continued to ramp me up then let me down. Over and over, he tortured me mercilessly. I loved it, though. I loved him. Unable to tell him as much, I tried to show him the best I could.

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