Page 33 of So Bad It Must Be Good

“No,” she whispered.

She thought maybe she caught the quirk of his mouth before it returned to her pussy—a word she’d said aloud—and then as his tongue entered her, she forgot everything. She’d kind of wanted to watch, but the pleasure was too much, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body moved compulsively against his mouth.

She could feel his beard against her inner thighs, and somehow he was licking at her, into her, and using his fingers. When his tongue flicked across her clit, her gasp was loud and echoing.

She had to fist her hands in the sheets to keep from bucking off the bed, to keep from pressing herself against him, and still Liam licked and sucked and seemed determined to make her gasp again and again and again.

She was hot, too hot, and everything inside of her was coiled too tight. She realized belatedly she was chanting his name, and as he slid two fingers inside of her, his tongue pressing against her clit, she shuddered apart into a blistering, sparkling orgasm. Wave after wave, moving through her like nothing else—no one else—ever had.

She realized she’d been bucking against his mouth as much as his arms around her legs had allowed, but once she stilled he slid his arms from around her legs. He kissed her inner thigh, and then the other, then her belly button, slowly crawling back over her.

The grin on his face was impossible not to return. She felt dazed and dazzled, and he seemed so contained, so perfectly happy to have given her something.

So she reached out, quickly shoving her hands under his shorts and grabbing the hot, hard length of him. She held him in one hand as she tugged down his shorts and boxers with the other, and then she got to her knees.

He’d broken her apart with only his mouth and hands, and now it was her turn to do the same to him.

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Liam was pretty sure he’d lost his mind somewhere along the way. Maybe he’d been electrocuted in his workshop and this was a very elaborate dream.

But he kneeled next to Kayla on his bed, and her hands felt very real as they smoothed up and down his thighs.

Her tongue felt more than real as it slowly licked up the length of his dick. At the very tip, she flicked a gaze up at him, swirling her tongue around.

He groaned low and guttural and though some rational part of his brain told him not to, he settled his hands around her scalp, threading his fingers through her hair, urging her mouth to take him inside.

She didn’t hesitate, didn’t fight the slight pressure of his palms. She just opened and drew him in, a slow, slick slide. It was as if his entire existence was centered there, her pretty pink lips around his thick shaft.

Sucking him in, drawing him out, her hands balanced on his thighs, her red hair a riot of flame around her pale, freckled face. The beautiful pink of her nipples drawn to a point and moving in time with her gentle bobbing.

He tried to think beyond the need to curl his fingers in her hair, tug her closer, make her take him deeper, but the more she moved her mouth up and down his cock, the more thinking was impossible.

She didn’t even jerk away or look at him alarmed as his fingers curled tighter into her hair. If anything, she simply sighed against him and took him deeper into her mouth.

“You like it?” he asked, his voice rough at best, but he wasn’t sure he could trust his own eyes. He needed some kind of confirmation, some kind of...

She pulled back, though her lips didn’t quite leave the head. “Yes,” she breathed, and he jerked at the bolt of ecstasy that was her breath against his wet cock. “Do you?” she whispered, causing another jerk and his hands to tighten in her hair even more.

“Yeah, I like your pretty mouth on my cock.” He shouldn’t say things like that. He knew he shouldn’t. But she moaned against him as though she liked it, taking him deep in the wet heat of her mouth.

His eyes fluttered closed, but he fought it, wanting to watch her face, her pale, slim fingers splayed over his hips. The way her lips stretched around him, drawing him in and out. Kayla. This beautiful, sweet, once-timid woman. The taste of her pussy on his tongue, her blue eyes looking up at him from her bent-over position.

He could feel himself tightening, the crushing blow of climax just a few more swirls of her tongue away.

“Kayla.” He tried to pull her back and away, but she only sucked him deeper, her nails faintly digging into his thighs. So he surrendered to it, the orgasm, holding her there as it roared through him. His body pulsed, his vision suffused with some sparkling light and Kayla’s dark blue eyes watching him through the whole thing.

Slowly, she pulled off of him, and he supposed he should let go of her hair so she could pull completely away, but he didn’t want to let her go. Even limp and satisfied he wanted her right here.

He tugged her head up, bending his own down, brushing his mouth across her swollen one. Her mouth curved, as self-satisfied as he’d ever seen a person, and it made him smile in return.

“You know, if this wasn’t what you were trying to start back in the kitchen, I’m going to be a little embarrassed,” he managed to say as he finally forced himself to unclench his fingers from her silky hair.

“Only a little?” she asked, rubbing a palm against his jaw, still so damn satisfied he had no doubt she was teasing.

“You seemed to enjoy it all right even if it’s not what you intended.”

She laughed, the sound lazy and husky as she stretched out and laid back on the bed. “Mm. I’m pretty sure that’s what I intended.”

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