Page 64 of Bad for You

“Say it,” he repeats, and when I hesitate, he slaps my ass.

The pain is incredible and echoes where he hit, which has the sadness ebbing away.

“Io…sonno tua,”I gasp as he begins eating me out with intensity.“E tu sei mio.”

I’m his, but he needs to know that he is also mine.

My words evoke a feral possession, and Lenny is everywhere—hands and mouth, he doesn’t give my body a reprieve. He pushes me to the point of everything constricting and clenching in pain because I need to explode.

He circles his tongue inside me so deeply, I feel as though he has taken my breath away from me. I ride his face. I yank hishair. I run my fingernails down his back, relishing the feel of his warm skin and hardened muscles.

He licks my entrance up and down. Side to side. He draws the alphabet with his tongue while I ride it out, feeling my climax approaching.

He uses two fingers to spread me wide and fucks me with his tongue and face, ensuring no part of me is unloved.

It’s a heady combination of pleasure and pain.

There is a tenderness to his passion. I want to eat him whole.

Holding him prisoner against my sex, I close my eyes and push out everything but this moment with Lenny. I fuck his face as he fucks me with his tongue. I lose myself to the way he holds my waist, encouraging me to take from him like his mere purpose is to please me.

And please me, he does.

He does something with his tongue, and when he hooks one leg over his shoulder, opening me wider to his touch, I cry out in utter ecstasy, coming hard.

My entire body is rocked from the inside out, and I’m unsure when it’ll end. The bad memories are pushed aside and no longer at the forefront because, for the first time in my life, this experience is one I wanted.

I never thought I could enjoy being this way with another, but I’m not afraid.

I feel safe.

He never lets me go.

He never stops.

He allows me to chase my release, ensuring this is a memory I will want to remember for the rest of my life.

And I will.

My heart is beating so fast, I’m afraid it’s about to burst from my chest. But the thrill reminds me of the excitement I felt when I ended that asshole’s life. Perhaps sex and violence do go handin hand. Is that what I need to feel something other than nothing at all?

Only when my body stops trembling does Lenny stand, and he does something that touches me so—he presses his forehead to mine, and we bask in this incredible closeness that only we understand.

But I soon realize I’m a selfish lover because Lenny has needs too.

I reach down, finding him to be exceptionally hard against his jeans. I rub over his erection, but he surprises me when he attempts to shift away.

Am I doing something wrong?

I guess he’s had more experienced girls giving him a hand job. The thought of another girl’s hands on him has me wishing to replace anyone who dared touch what is mine.

“This was for you,” he clarifies, as if reading my insecurities.

“What about you?”

“Trust me, thatwasfor me as much as it was for you.”

“I highly doubt that.”

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