Page 19 of Bad for Me

“Fall from grace, Meredith.” My words are soft as they drift between us. “And trust us to catch you.”

She stares at my hand then up to my face. Incrementally, the purse of her lips disappears, and the gentle furrow of her brow lessens. Her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip nervously. I hold her stare and watch as she takes a deep breath, lifts her hand, and tentatively places it into the palm of mine.

The flare of hope turns into a blaze as my fingers wrap around her hand and I pull her into me.

“I know what I want.” Her voice is unsteady but, still, she holds my gaze.

“And what is that?”

Meredith leans forward, tilts her head, and brushes her lips against mine. My heart skips a single beat, surprise and success warring with one another within a fraction of a second. Then I find myself kissing her back—pressing against her soft, full lips.

This kiss is a trophy. It’s a win that I will savor. Three years I’ve watched this woman,cravedthis woman. All my planning has come to this very moment. And I will not throw it away.

Meredith is the one to break the kiss first. But when she pulls away, she doesn’t go far. Her hands raise slowly, coming to rest on my chest. Large brown eyes search my face before a hard smile tugs one side of her mouth upward.

“I want your face between my legs and for your beard to tickle my thighs as I cum all over it.” Her gaze hardens, challenging me without words. I can almost hear the sound of a gauntlet hitting the tile beneath my feet.

My surprise is short lived. It only emerges in the first place because I didn’t expect Meredith to attempt to test the boundaries of this new relationship so early on. While she may have reason to be wary, even a little scared given how she came to arrive here, I didn’t expect her to be a wilting flower. Meredith is an independent woman. One that thrives on challenges, both personal and external ones.

Delight bubbles up in my chest and I crack a grin. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that request?”

Her eyes widen as her smile shifts, becoming smug in nature.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

I swoop down, pressing a hard, swift kiss upon her lips, then grabbing her by the hips. Lifting her is easy. I place her on the counter and work her leggings and panties off. She shimmies to help me. When they fall to the ground, my hands rest upon her knees and push them outward.

Rather than dive straight in, as I would like, I look up at her.

“How long have you wanted to know what this would feel like?”

Meredith’s pupils widen and her chest expands as she sucks in a deep breath. When she lets it out, color gathers across her cheeks.

“Since you interviewed me.”

My answer to her is echoed back at me, causing me to groan with frustration. “I shouldn’t have hired you. It would have made pursuing you much easier.”

Her laughter shakes her body. Smiling with her, I lower my head to press my lips on the inside of her thigh. I repeat the process a little higher, then higher still. Stopping at the junction between her legs, I breathe in her arousal that has gathered and glistens under the lights in the kitchen. My stomach tightens in anticipation. Saliva gathers in my mouth as I lean forward, drinking in her scent. My cock, standing erect and harder than rock now, twitches. I let out a deep, shuddering breath, letting the hot air hit her core. Meredith lets out a small sound, a slight whimper she tries to choke back. Smiling, I turn and repeat the process of leaving kisses along the inner thigh of her other leg.

This time, when I get to my destination, I dive in, too hungry and desperate to taste her to tease either of us anymore.

“Ah!Oh…” Meredith stiffens for just a second before melting. One of her hands dives into my hair, grabbing a handful at the roots and tugging me closer. Her pelvis tilts, giving me better access to her wet cunt.

She tastes like victory.

My tongue lazily slides through her folds before swirling over her swollen clit. I repeat the motion, making sure my beard skims across her sensitive skin. A shudder rushes through her and her body gushes, leaking all over my face and beard, just like she wanted it to. I work harder, loving that I can satisfy her request. If my tongue isn’t teasing her clit, my nose is. I use everything I have to coax Meredith’s body toward cumming. I want to feel her come undone, hear it asIgive her exactly what she wants and needs.

If she wants me to eat her sweet pussy every morning before breakfast and every night before bed, by god, I’ll do it. As I feast, I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of this. Feeling her body quiver and hearing her soft moans only validates everything I’ve done to make this happen. This is what success feels like, and I bask in it between Meredith’s legs.

I shove my tongue into her body, eating straight from the source. Her legs attempt to close in around my face as I take my time. I reach up and hold them out, leaving her wide open.

“Bernard…”

I hum, pleased that she’s using my first name. It hardens my cock further and I reward her by sucking her clit.

“Bernard, I’m going to cum,” she whimpers.

She tugs at my hair, as if to pull me away. If she thought I’d be dissuaded by her admittance, Meredith is poorly mistaken. Her legs shake hard just before her arousal pools from her body and soaks my face. I lap it up greedily, not one to let a good thing go to waste. As I do, Meredith cries out. Her hips move, grinding against my face as she seeks to prolong her orgasm.

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