Page 18 of The Bad Boy of Bluebonnet

Emily groaned and nearly came off the bed, her hips rising to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Oh dear God. Your fingers!”

Damn. She wasn’t sensitive, she was on fucking fire. He thrust his fingers deep again, and when she quivered around him, he pushed his face against her pussy, his tongue seeking her clit. He found it, poking out with need, and began to lick circles around it, tracing the hood with his tongue.

Emily screamed.

He looked up, startled, just in time to see her clap her hands over her mouth.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I think I just got a little carried away.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, bending over her pussy again. “I like hearing you scream. In fact, I’m going to see if I can do it again.” He pressed his mouth to her hot, wet skin again, and began to lick the lips of her pussy slowly, decadently.

Above him, Emily gave a muffled groan, as if she was biting on her knuckles.

He didn’t let up, didn’t even look up to see her reaction. He knew it based on how wet she was, the quivers of her thighs that rocked through her with every flick of tongue, the way she clenched around him every time he thrust his fingers. She was reacting, all right. But she wasn’t screaming, and he wanted that again. Who knew that sweet, demure, cookie-making Emily was such a demon in bed?

Jericho thrust his fingers deep again and scissored them even as he began to suck hard on her clit. That elicited another small scream from her. Encouraged, he repeated the motion, and then began to increase his pace. Emily’s scream got louder, and by the time she came nearly a full minute later, she was clinging to his head and crying out his name at the top of her lungs.

And damn, that was some seriously gratifying shit. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her as she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers with the ripples of her orgasm. She panted like she’d been running, clinging to his shoulders. “Oh. Sweet. Heavens.” She wheezed. “Damn. You’re good at that, Jericho. I think my walls just came tumbling down.”

“That was the worst pun ever,” he told her. The worst, but fucking cute as hell. He moved up to kiss her, settling his aching cock against the cradle of her pussy in a sweet torment. She clung to his lips, moaning even as he kissed her, and her legs went around his waist. “That take the edge off a little?”

“Think it made it worse,” she breathed. “I think I’m still coming.”

“You are?” He slid a hand between them, past his fiercely aching cock, to brush against her clit again. He watched as she threw her head back and cried out, and he felt her shudder against him again. “You are seriously primed, Emily.”

“Oh God, I am,” she said, clinging to him. “I think I just need you to fuck me, Jericho.”

The way she said his name was incredibly sexy. Damn sexy. That, on top of her demanding that he fuck her? All his plans of a slow, thorough, hours-long sex session went out the window. He pressed another quick kiss to her mouth and detangled from her limbs, heading for his discarded jacket. He got out his condom and rolled it on his cock, and then returned to Emily, who accepted him with open arms and an eager mouth.

“You’re so beautiful, Emily,” he whispered against her mouth, then captured her lips in a long, thorough, possessive kiss that told her exactly what he planned on doing to her. She whimpered under his mouth and her arms went around his neck, one of her bare feet rubbing along his thigh.

“Fuck me, Jericho,” she murmured in the sexiest damn voice he’d ever heard.

He didn’t need any more persuading. With a movement of his hips, he thrust deep, and then he was inside her tight, hot warmth. She screamed again, clawing at his back. This time, when she clenched, he felt it around his cock, not just his fingers. And she felt amazing.

“Jericho,” she cried out, throwing her head back as he thrust again. “You’re killing me!”

“Want…me…to stop?” He punctuated each word with a rough thrust.

“Don’t stop,” she babbled. “Lord have mercy, don’t stop! I’m still coming!” Her fingers dug into his shoulders even harder, and she lifted her hips to meet his next push, and soon they were slamming together, and he was as rough with Emily as she was with him. Over and over he pumped into her, holding nothing back as she yelled out his name and quivered against him, and her pussy was so tight it felt like a vise around his cock. If she was having an orgasm, she was either having lots of small ones or one really big one that just kept on going.

Either way, it was fucking amazing to watch. And it was causing him to lose his control, too. He pulled out of her when he got too close to blowing it,and she moaned in dismay. Instead, he patted her flank. “Flip over for me, sugar.”

She made a soft, protesting noise, but turned over and got on her hands and knees. He immediately tugged at her hips, lifting them higher, and pushed into her again from behind.

Emily moaned loudly, her head dropping to the blankets. Her hands fisted in them, as if she couldn’t handle all the pleasure.

And damn, he loved seeing that. His hands splayed on her pale hips, admiring the smooth, unmarked flesh compared to his heavily tattooed, tanned skin. They were completely different kinds of people, but Emily was perfect for him in bed. He rocked his hips, and began a different rhythm of strokes, working her over. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the globes pressing against the bed sheets as he pumped into her, and she continued to moan and raise her hips for him, unable to get enough.

Insatiable – that was Emily.

She was incredible. With his hands on her pretty, round ass, he began to leisurely thrust into her again, their bodies moving in a rhythm that created delicious friction. As he fucked her, she continued to make small noises and clutch at the bed sheets, wild with need. He’d never fucked anyone who went so wild at his touch – and it was hell on his control. His thrusts got rougher, his movements faster, until he was pounding into her, Emily’s sweet pink ass jiggling from the force of his cock slamming into her, and still she cried out for more.

When they finally came – together – he felt as wrung out as she looked. With one last fierce thrust into her, he rocked his hips and let loose even as she jerked and shivered underneath him, crying out his name. He’d never come so fucking hard. With a long, weary exhale, he finished coming and pulled off of her.

She immediately collapsed in the bed. “I’m jelly,” she said softly. “You turned me into Jell-O.”

He chuckled as he moved to a nearby garbage can and peeled off his full condom, then wrapped it in tissue and chucked it in the trash. “You put up a good fight.”

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