Page 45 of Never Kiss the Bad Boy

“You can handle it. Show me how good you can take it,” he murmurs against the softness of my pussy lips.

For some reason, his words take just the right amount of edge off, and it’s not too much. Instead, it’s perfect, it’s amazing. I let him tease me, getting me close to the edge that never quite leaves me and then retreating as he slows down his attentions. I pick my head up, looking down my body at him between my legs, and he lifts his eyes to mine. His tongue never stops, but one side of his mouth tilts up. He’s smirking while licking me, like this is as much for him as it is for me.

I’m someone who does everything for everyone else, and as Kyle eats me, I can sense the same thing in him. He said it about his family, and I’ve seen the way he takes care of his crew. Now, he’s doing it with me, the same way he has all night. Selfishly, I need that more than I’d like to admit. But even as I get close to shattering again, I vow to return the favor to Kyle too. I want to give to him, not only take the way everyone else does because I know how lonely that can feel.

We both deserve someone to pour into us the way we pour into everyone else.

This time, when I come, it’s with that in mind. I ride the wave of pleasure he’s brought to my body, floating through the blackness dotted with sparkles behind my closed eyes, calling out his name on purpose.

As soon as the spasms subside, I’m moving, pushing him off me and sitting up. He sits back on the couch next to me in confusion but realizes what I’m doing as soon as I reach for his jeans. “Dani, we don’t?—”

I tug one of his nipple rings, which shuts him up really quick. Pain or pleasure, it cuts him off like a light switch. “I’m gonna suck your dick. You got a problem with that?”

He blinks once, twice, and then a smile blooms on his sexy mouth.

“Didn’t think so.”

I lick a circle over his nipple, the feel of the warm metal against my tongue new and exciting, while my hands undo the button and zipper. Kyle raises his hips, helping me to shove his jeans down a bit, taking his underwear with them.

His cock is rock hard and thick, its length rising up against his stomach. I look him up and down and then lift my eyes to his as I lick my lips. His head lolls over to the side as he watches me, waiting for me to do what I’ve said I’m going to. I give him a seductive smile, knowing he wants this as much as I wanted his mouth.

When I lean forward, I see that his thumb and first two fingers are at his base, guiding his cock to my mouth. I let him stay there as I lick teasing circles over his head, swiping my tongue through the salty precum that’s already spilling. But, ready for more, I move his hand, taking his length in my own fist as I start to swallow him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Daniela,” he groans above me, and I fight the smile that’s trying to steal across my lips because I don’t want to lose suction on him.

I work him up and down, coating him with my saliva and teasing him at the back of my throat. I feel his hand at the back of my head and freeze. This is a test, as real and as important as the verbal ones I keep throwing at him. If he pushes my head down the way some guys do, not caring if you’re gagging, so help me, I will get up, grab my clothes, and walk out that door with nothing more than a ‘fuck you’ thrown over my shoulder while he sits here with his dick out. But he doesn’t do that. He gathers my hair in his fist, holding it out of my way, and when I peek to the side, I can see that he’s just giving himself a better view of me sucking him.

Relieved, I vacuum my cheeks, wrapping every inch of him with my flesh and swallowing his length again and again, using my hand on the part I can’t take, getting faster and faster. I feel him go even harder in my mouth, his balls pulling up tight against the edge of my fist.

“I’m gonna—” Kyle warns, and I nod, not slowing down in the slightest.

I want him to come in my mouth. I want this power over him, but more importantly, I want to do this for him, want to give him the same selfless pleasure he gave me. I get a little irritated at always being the one who makes sacrifices and scoops out my own soul for everyone else, but Kyle gave to me first, without asking or expecting anything in return, and I want him to feel as seen, as appreciated, as wanted as he’s made me feel.

He grunts, the sexy sound rumbling in his throat a moment before his whole body jerks. Jet after jet of his hot cum fills my mouth, and I swallow it all down hungrily, still sucking along his length to draw out his pleasure.

When he sags, panting heavily, I peek up at him.

“Come here,” he growls, pulling my mouth to his.

His kiss is softer, but still as powerful as he swipes his tongue over mine. I taste myself on his and know he can taste his own cum, but he doesn’t seem to mind so I don’t either. Spent, we flop back on the couch, smiling happily.

I stretch my legs out in front of me, resting them on the coffee table that’s been pushed askew and crossing them at the ankles.

“You were right,” I say lazily, and Kyle rolls his head over to look at me questioningly. “You do fuck as good as you fight.”

He laughs and throws his arm around me, gathering me into his side. “Woman, I haven’t even fucked you yet, but we might need to leave that for another night.”

I can’t be disappointed, not after the two best orgasms of my life. But I am excited by what ‘another night’ might bring.

CHAPTER 16

KYLE

The inspector is on-site for less than an hour, basically rubber stamping our approval to move on to the next phase. He knows me, and he knows my crew does good work. Thankfully, rescheduling the concrete crew I subcontract with was easy, and they’ll be here tomorrow. Wayne, Zeus, and Frogger know to be here before eight to meet them, and I’ll be here to supervise the whole pour.

“Ms. Wilson?” I call as I knock on the back door. I hear noise on the other side and wait… and wait… and wait. Finally, I hear the lock turning and then she opens the door.

“Yes?”

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