Page 109 of Bad Enough

“Remove my boots, Flame.”

She let go of her wrists behind her back and began to undo the laces on his left boot. After loosening them, she gently raised his foot to pull and remove it. Setting it off to the side, she repeated the process on the right foot. Then she returned to her position to await his further instructions.

“Stand.” She unfolded her body and stood before him. His hand reached out to touch her side and slid down to her hip. “I’m going to move to the bed. Follow my lead.” She did. When he sat on the bed, he spread his legs. “Take two more steps forward, princess.” Once she had done so, he closed his legs slightly so that she could feel him hemming her in, the denim coarse on her knees. “Take off my shirt.”

Unclasping her arms, she bent at the waist to reach for his tee, and she pulled it free from his pants. The position brought her face perilously close to his, and he struggled not to turn just slightly so that he could kiss her. Instead, he took a deep breath.

Roses and arousal. There is nothing better than her scent. Well, except hearing her soft cries when I’m buried inside her.

As she pulled the tee clear and up his torso, she began to straighten, the material dragging his arms up so that she could pull it free from his body. Once it was off, she turned it right side out, folded it, and stood with it on top of her open palms. He took it from her and tossed it onto the floor at the foot of the bed, uncaring that her neat folding was now wasted in a heap on the floor.

As he stood up, he clasped her backside and hauled her up the front of him. Automatically, her arms wound around his neck, and her legs around his waist. Cradling her close to him, he walked over to press her tight against one of the bookcases. “Hold on tight with those pretty legs, princess.”

With her pressed up against the spines of her beloved books, he was able to remove his hands from underneath her. Reaching behind his neck, he took both of her hands in his, stretching them up above her head. His mouth swept down to her ear, nipping the lobe with his front teeth, causing her to hiss. Then he gathered the lobe between his lips, his tongue stroking the bitten area with tenderness, and gently sucked the wounded flesh.

She moaned.

His mouth drifted down her throat, open-mouthed kisses with his tongue flicking against her pulse point, sucking hard on the tendon where her neck met her shoulder.

“Oh, my,” she breathed out.

He placed both of her small wrists in the grip of one hand above her head, then he slid his other hand to grasp a breast, kneading it with strong pulls, making sure to pull on her nipple as he narrowed his touch. Afterward, he smoothed over the nipple with his fingertips before grasping her breast fully in his hand again.

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

His mouth drifted further down, his hand pushed her breast up toward his mouth, and his lips reached to capture her nipple between his teeth. He bit lightly, causing the flesh to distend further.

Again, she gasped, then sighed as he immediately swirled his tongue around and across the flesh to soothe the stinging.

He pressed up with his hips, her body not moving against the shelves so that she could feel how hard he was for her. “You feel that, little Flame? You do that to me,” he murmured against her breast, then moved to give the other the exact same treatment. “Do you know how much I want to fuck you? How much I want to make you scream for mercy as I edge you over and over toward orgasm? I want to hold you down and pound that pussy of yours with my hips so hard I leave bruises on the insides of your thighs, marking you as mine. I want to make you come so hard you pass out with my name on your lips. And then, when you wake up, do it all over again.

“I want to take you from behind, holding onto these beautiful hips so that you feel my balls slap against your clit, triggering it while my cock rasps against your G-spot at the same time so that you flood me with your cum. And then I want to take all that silky fluid and spread it on your asshole, slide my huge dick inside you there, and make sure you know exactly who owns this body. Who owns your orgasms.”

He could feel her body shaking at earthquake levels and swept away by a maelstrom of sensations. It was time to blow up everything between them.

He let go of her hands, then allowed her to slide slightly down the front of the bookcase as he kneeled on the floor. Her pussy was lined up exactly to his mouth. “Arms above your head. Do not touch me.”

“TB—”

“Please, Flame. If you touch me, I’ll never be able to lick this sweet pussy. And I need to do that more than I need air to breathe.”

A groan issued out of her mouth, and he waited until she complied with his request to put her hands above her head before he focused his attention back between her thighs. He reached for her leg and put it over his shoulder, opening her further to him. Before she even registered what he was doing, his tongue was swiping between her lower lips, teasing her hole and her clit by brushing from one to the other without stopping. The tang of her fluids on his lips and tongue, he used his hands to press against her pelvic bones, his thumbs stretching her lips open to reveal both spots.

“Need your flames, princess. Need your heat again.”

Eyes on her from below, he buried his tongue inside her channel, tasting her straight from the source.

Flame began to beg in earnest for him to hurry up and bring her over the edge. His tongue would pulse in and out of her, mimicking the actions his cock would later use inside her. He swirled it around her insides, pressing the tip against the top wall, then dragging it out hard. As his tongue returned to push back inside her, it met with a powerful flood of her fluids, and at the same time, her body shook so hard that she’d had to grip the shelves as supports in order to stay upright.

Soft swipes of his tongue along her skin helped to ease her body back down, as well as remove most of the stickiness from her orgasm off of her thighs. His hands began to slide up her curves, which eventually forced his mouth to move up the front of her body as well. Kissing the soft skin just above her belly button, TB made sure to do an extra hard pull with his lips, leaving behind a red love bite to mark her as his.

His hands framed her body, his thumbs caressing the undersides of her breasts, watching the skin pebble and flush at his touch. She was still shaking from his attention, so he worked to relax her again. He smiled evilly against her side as he pressed a kiss to her hip.

All the better to make you explode again, my dear.

One hand reached for her shoulder, gently pulling on it to lower her arm, turned so that the underside was toward his face. He pressed a kiss to each of the permanent bruises it presented. When he reached the top one, he helped her place her arm over his shoulder and around his neck. He repeated the process with the other arm. Once both arms were around his neck, he lifted her up and took her back to the window bed. Gently, he lay her down on tousled sheets and kneeled between her legs as they hung over the edge of the bed.

“Ready, princess?”

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