Page 23 of One Night on the Naughty List

She obliged me, pulling her knees up and pressing them flat, her heels digging into the bedspread.

“That’s a girl,” I murmured, my pulse jumping. Sweat prickled my forehead as I gripped my shaft and eased inside, giving her a couple inches. She clamped all around me, and I froze, summoning every bit of restraint to stop myself from plunging all the way inside.

“Bain?” She touched my face, breaking my rule about keeping her hands on the headboard.

No matter. We’d both enjoy me meting out her punishment later on.

I rested my forehead against hers. “It’s okay. You just feel incredible.” It was an understatement. Her pussy gripped me like a tight, hot glove. I lifted off her and looked down, needing to see.

Mistake.

I thought seeing her spread open in a pair of stilettos was erotic. Wrong. This was erotic. Her pussy stretched around me, swallowing my shaft. Unable to help myself, I sank deeper inside then pulled slowly out. Veins stood out on my cock, which now glistened with her juices.

She made a soft sound, and I looked up to find her watching, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Do you see that?” I asked, drawing her gaze. “See how wet you are for me? How you’re soaking my cock?”

Another soft sound—agreement mixed with a moan.

God, I need to hear that again. I pressed my hips forward, sliding all the way in. Heat enveloped me, singeing my shaft.

So fucking good. Nothing had ever been better.

She hooked a leg around my hip, taking me just that much deeper. Urging her hips against mine.

And it was off to the races.

I slid in and out, thrusting against her, one hand gripping her hip.

The bed shook, springs squealing, and I let out a huff of laughter.

“What is it?” she asked, a sexy little hitch in her voice.

“It’s been a while since I had to worry about my mom catching me with a girl.”

We laughed together. Then we moved together, falling into a rhythm that made the bed shudder and the headboard knock against the wall. I gripped her hips in both hands, holding her steady while I pumped in and out, my dick hitting her clit again and again.

She tipped her head back, the tendons in her neck straining as her mouth opened and she gasped my name.

I pressed my lips against her jaw, tasting the salt on her skin. “Say it again.”

“Bain,” she sobbed.

“Again.”

“Bain.”

It was the sweetest sound, my name on her lips. I pumped faster, sweat rolling down my face. My balls slapped her ass. Pleasure coiled inside me, a spring wound tighter and tighter. Ready to let go.

Her tits jiggled furiously, her nipples standing up like proud little spears. She arched her neck harder, her face and neck a livid pink as she started to come.

I dug my fingers into her hips, jerking in and out of her so fast the twin bed shivered across the floor. My vision dimmed. The spring compressed impossibly tight.

Then I was coming on a shout, my thrusts wild and disjointed as I shot deep inside her, giving her every last drop. The world shrank, until it was just me and her in a sea of stars, a universe collapsing and reforming. I thrust a final time and held it, my face in the hollow of her neck, our sweat mingling, my dick twitching inside her.

She pushed her fingers into my hair, holding me against her. We stayed like that for a minute, the two of us floating back down to earth.

As sweat cooled on my skin, I lifted my head and pushed her hair back from her face. “You okay?”

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