Page 276 of Bad for Me

I tried to clamp my legs together, but he pushed them open and blew on my sex.

I whimpered. He ran his tongue up my folds, the scruff of his short beard rubbing against my thighs, his hands sprawled on my skin, forcing my legs to stay open. I wanted to hate this, but as he grazed his teeth against my abused bundle of nerves, I came unglued again. How had I just orgasmed again? I never knew it was possible.

“God, you're beautiful. I could dine on you all day.”

I struggled to catch my breath. “Mercy, please sir.” Was this my life now? Begging for him to stop or let me come again. Was I even sure what I wanted?

“Oh, little one, I'm just getting started.” He slid up next to me, still fully clothed, but his manhood pressed into my side. He was hard against me, and big. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone. He was going to tear me in two.

Cupping my cheek, he turned me to face him, and his lips brushed mine. I tried to turn away, but he held me in place and plunged his tongue into my mouth as I laid there. Gentle strokes of his tongue had me tasting myself mixed with bourbon. As hard as I tried, I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped as I met him stroke for stroke.

He deepened the kiss, occasionally nipping at my bottom lip as his hand traveled down to one of my breasts. His touch was soothing for the moment.

“Heavens, I knew you'd feel good. When the dean told me it was you, I knew I had to have you.”

My mind raced. He knew me? I hadn't thought about that aspect of this. Everyone knew who I was, but other than the dean and the driver, I hadn’t seen anyone. But this man seemed to know me more.

He suddenly got up, leaving my side. As much as I shouldn't, I missed his warmth. I whimpered as the cool air of the room moved over me.

Hearing a rustle of clothes, I didn't need to imagine what he was doing, especially after his belt buckle hit the floor. The bed shifted as he climbed on, tracing his fingers up the inside of my thighs.

I shivered when I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, secretly thankful he was using protection. How much more was he planning to do to me? He lifted my legs to the side, and without warning, he thrust into the hilt. As much as I hated it, I was thankful I was as slick as I was.

He grunted and, not giving me time to adjust to his size, pulled out to thrust back in again, setting a brutal rhythm. My legs still rested over his arms as he plowed into me. Right now, I'd give anything to see this man's face.

I gripped at the ties connected to my restraints, not recognizing the raw, primal noises coming out of me.

“Has my naughty little pet learned her lesson?” He dug his free hand into my hip.

“Yes, sir,” I cried, afraid of what would happen if I didn't answer.

“I like the sound of that.” He lifted my hips higher and thrust in again, hitting a different spot.

I arched off the bed, squirming and moaning. Never in my life had sex ever felt like this before.

He hit that spot over and over. The spot they tell you about, but it always just seems like a myth.

I started climbing again.

“Don't come until I tell you, pet.”

Shaking my head frantically, I cried, “What?”

He sped up.

“Please, sir...” I pleaded. This man had done what no other had. He'd given me not one orgasm, but I was coming quickly on a third and he wanted me to hold it back. What the fuck? Was that even possible?

He moved his hand to my clit and roughly massaged it in tempo with his thrusts.

My body tensed as I did my best to obey. It wasn't that I wanted to come, but that I needed this release like I needed my next breath.

I bit down on my lip as tears flowed freely down my cheeks. It was too much.

“Please, I can't...” my whole body shook.

He pinched my clit as he pushed my legs farther up, almost bending me in half, and whispered in my ear.

“Come for me, pet.”

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