Page 78 of Bad Kind of Love

Frustrated, I hear her palms smack against the wood of the desk. “Jack!” She cries out. “Please lick me till I come all over your face.”

Grinning, I dive in.

My tongue glides wildly over her flesh, tasting and savoring her musky scent, which drives me mad.

I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my fucking life.

“Fuck.” She cries, but her arm covers her mouth to muffle her moans.

My hands find her thighs and I use them to steady myself as I lap at her pussy. After swirling her juices around her swollen clit, I suction my mouth over it, nibbling my teeth over her sensitive flesh.

“I could fuck you right now.” I whisper against her center. “Pull out my cock and bend you over my desk.”

My raging hard on was on the brink of breaking through my pants as I pressed my tongue inside her hole.

“No sex.” She pants.

“Then you better hurry and come on my tongue before I change my mind and fuck you.” I add a finger as I vibrate my tongue over her clit.

Her legs begin to shake violently and her hips begin to rotate as she fucks my face. Her muffled cries turn wild and I press my tongue down more forcefully.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She groans with her back arched, then she snaps.

“Jack!” My name sounds heavenly as it falls past her lips. Her legs tense up as she powers through an orgasm and I continue to work my mouth over her.

Once her legs fall sluggishly over my shoulders, I give her one last lick before pulling my head out from between her legs.

She rises off the desk in a seated position, tugging on her lower lip as she avoids my stare.

“I need my pants.” She points to her jeans that are thrown in a pile on the ground beside me. Instead of grabbing them for her, I stand to my feet and lick the remnants of her wetness from around my mouth.

“Meet me Friday night.” My words seem to surprise her, but the twinkle behind them tells me she’s joyful. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Like on a date?” She raises a brow, staring at me like I have two heads.

Grabbing her discarded pants and underwear, I slowly hook my hand around her ankle and slip her thong up her leg.

“If that's what you want to call it, sure.”

Once her panties are on, I take a second to admire her body. Curvy in all the right places, and glistening skin that was covered in a layer of sweat. It took all my restraint to not tear her panties off her again and kneel before her, but instead I helped her with her pants.

Her hand clutches mine, pulling my attention back to her.

“I’ll go if you quit denying what we have.” With her fingers rubbing circles on the top of my hand, her other one cradles my face. “I want this...you. Just you.”

Soft words weren’t my specialty but luckily I could say everything I needed to in a kiss. Rising up, I plant my mouth over hers, gently caressing her mouth as I take my time exploring. Her arms immediately snake around my neck, dragging me closer to her body as our kiss increases into something heavier.

“Promise me, whatever happens, you won’t leave.” She slightly pulls away, resting our foreheads together.

Promises meant nothing to me. A promise was always broken. It was just a lie that gave a person false hope. Instead, I wanted to give her something more meaningful.

“I can’t promise that.” I whisper across her lips, knowing she’s probably already thinking the worst. “But what you can do is trust me. When I say you’re mine, I mean it.”

A smile forms across her young face, spurring my heart into a rapid rhythm.

“And you are mine.”

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