Page 290 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“Easton...”

“Does it turn you on having an audience?”

“Yessss,” she cried, drawing it out with her keening wail.

“Then let me see. Come for me, Shelby. Come for everyone down there watching us right now.”

And just like that, her entire body tensed, then convulsed as she reached her climax. My own orgasm followed right after, and I groaned out loud. I continued thrusting into her as I came, and when finally done, I held her against me but kept my cock inside of her.

“That was amazing,” I told her, then added. “You’re always so goddamned amazing.”

She couldn’t verbally respond to me, but I saw the hint of a smile on her candy red painted lips. Visions of Shelby on her knees with my cock in her mouth flashed before me, and I slowly pulled out of her. I quickly pulled up my pants so I could make it back into the room without tripping, then swept her up into my arms.

When we got back inside, the large bed in the center of the room called to me like a beacon. I made a beeline straight for it, then deposited her haphazardly on top of it. She looked up at me while still sporting a dazed expression. I loved making her come, especially when she would later look up at me with silent yearning afterward.

“A-are we going to dinner now?” she finally asked.

I grinned. “Dinner is overrated. Besides, dessert has always been my favorite part of a meal, and you’re the most delicious kind.” I shed my clothes in record time before helping her out of her dress. Once we were naked, I crawled up her body, then stopped when we were face to face. “You always make me want to do such bad things to you.”

“That’s because you’re a bad boy,” she said and I was transported back to the first night when she’d mentioned something similar.

“I won’t deny that,” I replied, then spent the next several hours showing her just how bad I could be.

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