Page 364 of Bad for Me

My brows rose into my hairline. "I didn't know you had such a filthy mouth." My lips trailed along the prominent rise of her collarbone, tongue tracing the hollows it found. "You're not the good girl you appeared to be at all, are you?"

She stiffened beneath my touch, her whole demeanor changing for a split second. It was gone as soon as it arrived, leaving me to doubt it had even happened. Perhaps I was imagining it all.

"We all have our secrets, O'Leary," she muttered, her eyes clouded with something I didn't recognize completely. "Do you want to know mine?"

The strange emotion in her eyes changed, morphed into sultry desire, and my cock twitched in anticipation. "Yes," I breathed, eager to know all her secrets and explore her depths. I wanted to peel her apart, layer by layer until I understood what it was that attracted me to her so much. Until I could understand how such a woman could tempt me to the point of no return. "I want to know."

She leaned forward, her hands unbuttoning my shirt as she went, baring me to her as she was to me. "My secret is, I've been imagining you without your clothes since I first laid eyes on you."

Fuck, why did her admission have me ready to come in my fucking shorts? "Well then, let me oblige you."

I slipped my arms out of my shirt and yanked the fucker off with such speed I popped a button, then kicked the fucking basketball shorts to the floor and stood back a step, letting her look her fill. My fingers were still damp with her arousal, and as she studied me, I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean, my eyelids drifting shut as I relished the taste of her.

It had been so long since I'd tasted a woman. Fuck, it was divine.

Sometimes, I thought the church had gotten it all wrong. Surely God created women for us to enjoy? Otherwise, sex wouldn't be so pleasurable, their taste so appealing, their warm, welcoming cunts so tight. He wouldn't have created them to be so appealing to the eyes, if not to entice us to look, to admire, to appreciate.

Would he?

"Stop thinking so much, Judas," she commanded, and like a fucking dog, I obeyed, eager for any scraps of attention she showed me. "Come over here and finish what you started, sir."

Sir.Sir.That name stirred old memories best left in the abyss of my dark mind. I stepped forward and knelt between her legs, burying my face between her thighs as my cock twitched between my legs, neglected, harder than steel, and so close to coming I could practically taste the tingle on the back of my tongue.

"I want to drink you straight from the source, Scarlett."

She arched back, leaning against the counter on her elbows as I feasted on her. My tongue swirled around that sensitive nub as I watched, observed, learned her every desire through movements and noises and mumbled, incoherent pleas for more.

She was putty in my hands, this woman, this divine goddess, and I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her she was so much more than another sister in the faith.

Oh, how right I was.

"Please, Judas," she begged, her hands finding purchase in my curls, digging in nice and tight as she rocked into my face, riding my tongue for all it was worth. "Oh, God, please, I'm so close?—"

"God can't help you now, Scarlett," I growled against her pussy, shoving my tongue inside her once, twice, again, before replacing it with two of my fingers. "We're beyond saving now." I rocked those fingers in and out of her, faster and faster as she clenched down and her whole body tightened like the string of a drawn bow. "Come for me, sweet girl. Drench my fucking fingers and let me drink you up."

With a shout that echoed off the walls of my kitchen, she came, her whole body spasming around me. Legs shaking. Arms weak and shaky. Hips rocking as I lapped at her clit, forcing her to ride the wave for far longer than could possibly be comfortable.

She drooped as it faded away, and I pulled her into my arms, carrying her off the counter and straight to my fucking bed. I had plans for her, plans to ruin us both and damn our souls for all eternity, and I wanted a soft place to do it. She sprawled out, uncaring about modesty—but what was the point of modesty when my face had been buried in her most secret spots only minutes ago?

"Fuck, Judas," she panted, watching me as I crawled up beside her, cock still bobbing between my legs, hungry for its turn. "That's an impressive cock." Her eyes flitted up to meet mine, and I nearly blushed at the hunger I found there. "Are you as good with it as you are with that tongue?"

"Fucking Christ, woman," I pleaded, straining to keep a hold on myself. "You want me to lose control, is that it? I could come from your fucking words alone, it's been so long."

Her tinkling laughter wove around my heart and dug in like barbed wire, painful yet pleasant. I never wanted the pain to stop. "Don't worry, Judas, I won't hold it against you if the first round isn't as long as the fifth."

I blinked stupidly as I processed her words like an idiot.First round—fifth?—

"You naughty girl," I gasped, climbing above her, my arms caging her in. "I'm not sure how many rounds I have in me, but I'm happy to test it out with you."

There was no warning as she wrapped her legs around mine and swung her body, flipping us so I was on my back and she on top. Her dripping cunt rested against my length, and I had to physically stop myself from rocking up into her then and there.

"I imagined what this would feel like," she breathed, rising to a sitting position atop me, her hands splayed out on my chest. "Riding you. Fucking you. Being fucked by you."

I groaned with relief as she sank onto my length, the brief worry that she might not be clean, might get pregnant, flitting through my psyche before disappearing into the ether. "How do I—nnngh—how do I measure up?"

Her cunt choked the life out of my cock as she started to move up and down, her hips drawing circles as she sucked my cock into her depths and then took them away, abandoning it for a brief moment before enveloping it once more. I had no idea where she learned to fuck like this, but wherever—whoever—taught her this, I was forever grateful for their patience and tutelage.

She chuckled through her panting breaths, bouncing on me like she was born to ride this dick—and who knew? Maybe she was. "My imagination was sorely lacking."

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