Page 11 of Bad Enough

FLAME: Yes, Sir.

LOBO: Excellent.

LOBO: Imagine that I’m lying behind you, and your head is pillowed on my bicep underneath you.

LOBO: You’re pulled so tightly to me, you can feel my hard cock between your ass cheeks.

LOBO: I slide my top hand across your collarbone, trailing my fingers down into the valley between your breasts.

LOBO: My fingers scrape ever so gently across the skin.

LOBO: I slowly slide my fingertips between your breast and the material that covers it.

LOBO: Cupping your breast, I squeeze firmly but not painfully so, kneading your warm, soft flesh.

LOBO: My hand slides to the underside of your breast, taking its weight in my palm, and my thumb brushes back and forth across your nipple until it comes to a hard point.

LOBO: I turn you on your back, lowering my mouth to your breast.

LOBO: The tip of my tongue reaches out to taste your nipple, and I swirl it all the way around the nub before covering it with my lips.

LOBO: The scruff of my closely shaved beard rasps against the soft skin of your breast, turning it a light pink.

LOBO: My teeth gently bite down on the nub, giving you just a bit of pain. I can taste your skin beginning to perspire, a combination of your arousal and our body heat.

Oh, yeah, this is a terrible idea. I’m hard as a rock.

LOBO: Letting go of your breast, I trail my hand down the center of your body. My teeth let go of your nipple, and I swipe my tongue gently across the tortured nub, softly blowing air across it to ease the sting from my love bite.

LOBO: My fingers drag down to the warmth between your legs. They slide flat against your mound, cupping you through your nightgown with just a bit of pressure to let you know where my hand really wants to be.

LOBO: Slowly, I inch the skirt up your legs, taking one handful of the material at a time, prolonging the anticipation as I pull until your panties are exposed.

LOBO: I rise up from your side on the bed, slipping to my knees between your legs.

LOBO: I slide your panties slowly down your legs, dragging them to your knees, raising your legs straight up in the air.

LOBO: I keep dragging that scrap of silk over your calves, past your ankles, over your toes, then drop them to the floor beside the bed.

LOBO: Resting both of your legs on my shoulder, I smooth my calloused hands up and down your calves and thighs, each time getting closer and closer to that pretty pussy that you’ve shaved smooth for me.

LOBO: I bring your legs down, and I lie down behind you again, dragging your top leg over mine, spreading you wide open for me.

LOBO: My long, thick middle finger slides inside of you to feel the walls of your pussy squeeze around me.

LOBO: Then I curve it up to find your G-spot, the palm of my hand firmly against your clit, the heel of my hand putting pressure on your pelvic bone.

He groaned out loud. Normally, he could engage in any sort of dirty talk without letting his control slip, but there was something about tonight that was different.

You were stuck with no one but Nerdboy and Demon for the past fifty-two days, guarding your boss as he got his freak on with Kubrick. Of course you’re horny. Any woman would have brought about this reaction after that long. You just need some release, and everything will go back to normal.

He ignored the other voice in his head, telling him he was an idiot if he believed that nonsense.

LOBO: I add a second finger, thrusting in and out of your channel, groaning at the sounds of your slick insides, readying for your orgasm.

LOBO: I start to whisper in your ear. I tell you how beautiful you are. Praise you for trusting me. Compliment you for being such a good girl, letting me please you like this.

LOBO: I describe how slick you feel to me as I slide in a third finger. I can smell your arousal in the air. Your skin is flushing, and you feel warm from the inside out.

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