Page 21 of One Night on the Naughty List

Bain

It took me about two seconds to absorb Samantha’s invitation. When I did, I moved fast, pushing her onto my old bed, my hands already roving over her skin. The mattress squeaked as I stretched over her and slipped my knee between hers.

She did a little roving of her own, sliding her hands across my shoulders and down my biceps.

I might have flexed a little. I wasn’t above showing off if it meant getting her hot.

God knew I didn’t need any help in that department. My cock was like a bar of iron in my boxer briefs, the fabric damp. I wanted nothing more than to strip her bare, spread her legs, and plunge into her softness.

But I also wanted to savor her.

Her bra fastened in the back. I felt around her, finding the hooks and pulling the satin away.

Damn. Just damn.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I breathed, too stunned to do anything except stare. Topless Samantha was a sight to behold. Her golden hair spread across the pillow, and her full, round breasts seemed to quiver under my gaze. Her nipples were like pink gumdrops—two perfect treats begging to be sucked and kissed.

I let my gaze wander lower, taking in her black satin panties and her endlessly long legs. Her round thighs and curvy hips. Jesus, even her knees were pretty, the little hollows a perfect spot for my tongue.

She squirmed, a blush stealing across her skin.

I cupped an ample breast, admiring my tan fingers against her porcelain skin. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

Her brown eyes were doubtful. “Really?”

The hesitation in her voice wrecked me. I wanted to find the assholes who trampled her confidence and knock a few heads together. But that was all in the past. I had her with me here and now, and there was a simple way to show her just how incredible she looked to me.

I took her hand and guided it to my cock.

Her eyes went wider than ever, and her lips parted on a gasp.

A chuckle escaped me, the end of it more of a groan. “Any doubts now?”

She shook her head. Then she pressed her hand more firmly against me.

My hips jerked. I seized her wrist before she could do further damage. “You do that again, and this is going to be over before it starts.”

“Sorry,” she said, but mischief danced in her eyes.

“Arms above your head,” I told her.

She licked her lips. “Playing boss again?” She said it sassy, but the hitch in her voice gave her away.

“I am your boss.” I slipped a hand under the waistband of her panties and cupped her sex, getting a moan out of her. “Put them up. Grab the headboard.”

She complied, biting her lower lip as she gripped the wood. The position thrust her tits out, the heavy mounds jiggling.

Fucking irresistible.

I kept my hand where it was and dipped my head, capturing a pink nipple in my mouth.

She lifted off the bed, moaning in a way that made me even harder.

She was like sugar on my tongue, her soft breast plump against my chin and mouth as I flicked and circled her nipple. I nibbled the soft peak, alternating between nipping and suckling.

She writhed beneath me, her smooth legs tangling with mine as she pushed her pussy into my hand. I cupped her more tightly, my fingers pressed against her hot, damp folds.

Suddenly, touching her there wasn’t enough. I released her nipple with a popping sound and went to my knees.

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