Page 18 of Born To Be Bad

I cover her eyes with the scented satin blindfold, then switch the restraints and flip her over onto her stomach. She squeals in surprise. I swat her ass and she shrieks again. I squirt the warm oil all over her back, butt, and thighs, then get to work massaging every bit of her, from her scalp all the way down to her toes. I take my time working out every knot in her back, feeling out any tender spots. I know she loves it when I work on her ass, so I spend extra time there, kneading and rubbing her perfect cheeks. She moans and sighs as I go.

“I could rub this perfect ass for days,” I say.

“Yes please,” she replies, and giggles.

I feel a growl in my throat, and I bend to lick the soft pale skin there, just where the top of the thigh meets the cheek. Ivy gasps.

“Has no one ever licked you here?” I ask.

“No,” she replies, breathless.

I lick her again. This time she’s expecting it, and she exhales in pleasure. I keep going, first tickling her with light strokes of my tongue, then making out with one cheek and then the other while she moans and fidgets.

Ivy hefts her hips so that she’s on her hands and knees, straining the chains of the restraints. She uses one hand to stroke her clit while I jam my tongue into her pussy. She cries out. I can hear she’s close to coming. I plunge my tongue into her over and over while she rubs herself, and I can feel her muscles clenching. I imagine my cock inside her, muscles squeezing me hard, and I almost come myself.

I oil my fingers and insert two, curling them to hit her G-spot. She freezes and moans so loudly that I worry I’ve hurt her.

“Don’t stop!” she yells.

I get a full-body flush of pure desire, adding more oil and more length, causing her to keen again as I gently move my fingers in and out, stroking that sensitive area with the pads of my fingers, increasing the pressure gradually.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” she groans, keeping up the pace of her strumming.

To send her over the edge, I slowly lick her from where my fingers are inside her, all the way up to her other hole—and that’s when she screams and her orgasm explodes.

CHAPTER 12

Distraction

IVY

I completely lose control, yelping with pleasure as my orgasm makes every cell in my body hum with bliss. I forget everything. I feel everything.

Fuck.

I’m about to say something like “It’s your turn,” when Alistair adds more warm oil and another finger, and keeps going. I yelp again, feeling my second orgasm ramp up. He presses harder against the front wall of my vagina and I feel intense pressure there, like another explosion waiting to happen. I’m still blindfolded which makes the experience way more intense because there is no distraction, just feeling. The pleasure becomes overwhelming just for the second before my climax, and my throat lets out a guttural moan as I come again, a shooting star of pleasure bursting inside my pussy.

Fuuuuck.

I’m panting and perspiring and I’m sure it must be over, but Alistair is not yet finished.

“You’re going to come again.” It’s a statement, not a question.

I half-laugh, giddy with sex hormones, and am rewarded with a smack on my rear. It stings, but in a good way, and I laugh again. Another spank. Then I feel Alistair’s mouth on my swollen pussy, wet and warm and firm, and then he licks and sucks the whole length of my crevice, spending extra time on my forbidden hole.

Oh fuck I’m going to come again.

My whole body starts shaking; it’s not just the muscles in my pussy contracting. Another smack, hard enough to leave a mark, and I almost melt into the mattress.

“I need your cock inside me,” I plead.

“You want me to fuck you?” he drawls, enjoying my desperation.

“Yes,” I reply, nodding.

“Say it.”

“Please fuck me, Alistair. I need your big cock.”

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