Page 83 of Never Kiss and Tell

“Keep it to yourself,” I tell her, sliding my hands under her ass. Pushing her down, I lay her out flat on the comforter underneath me. There’s too many fucking throw pillows in my way, so I shove them off and roll my hips into her.

“Does Andi know?” She gasps when my cock brushes her clit.

“No. And she won’t find out, either,” I warn, placing her foot over my shoulder.

I dip my head, biting her inner thigh and causing her to surge up the bed.

“Don’t run. Remember my rule.”

Her eyes dart to mine, dark and full of lust.

“You’re very violent — ahhh,” she gasps when I lick her, from entrance to clit. She tastes like honey and it’s addictive. I hold her gaze, sucking her clit into my mouth and fluttering my tongue. “You’re twisted.”

I pull back. “Why?”

“I’ve never met a man that liked to do this.” A blush creeps up her chest.

“I could fuck you for hours, Bailey. With my mouth, fingers, or cock.”

I don’t give her time to respond, inserting two fingers inside her and pumping her. She grips the comforter on either side of her, rolling her hips into my tongue.

I fucking love when she gives herself over to me without fighting me. A possessive need to make her come before I leave her consumes me.

I build up a rhythm with my fingers and tongue, growlingin approval as her release floods through her. She gasps, crying my name, her eyes clenching shut and her toes curling.

I stand just as the orgasm fades, undoing my belt and kneeling on the bed between her legs.

“God, I love watching you come,” I bite, aligning myself at her entrance.

“Go slow,” she begs. “I’m sore.”

My balls tighten, knowing I fucked her harder than I should have last night.

“I warned you,” I say, sliding inside her with a curse. She clenches around me, almost tighter than I can bear.

Her legs wrap around my hips, surging to meet my thrusts as I started moving inside her. She whimpers, her head falling back. I bend down, suckling on the flesh below her ear. Her nails scratch over the marks on my back. I hiss at the pain, fucking her harder. The sounds of my body meeting hers bounce off the walls, mixing with her desperate pleas.

“Who makes you come, Bailey?” I ask, my lips at her ear.

“You,” she sputters, her hand gripping my ass under my jeans.

“Good girl,” I tell her, knowing she loves it when I praise her.

My phone buzzes beside us on the bed and I grab it, knowing it’s Dad. Bailey’s eyes go wide with panic as I answer the phone and put it to my ear.

“You planning on coming to work today?” Dad asks. I can hear the sounds of the kitchen in the background.

I continue to roll my hips slowly, Bailey squeezing me too much for me to stop. My groin rubs her clit, and her pussy fucking floods for me until it drips down my balls.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I reply, keeping my voice as coolas I can, even though my cock feels like it’s going to explode at any second.

“Well, hurry up because we’re going to have a crowd tonight,” Dad says.

Bailey whimpers and I cover her mouth with my palm. Her eyes bore into mine, as the first waves of her orgasm roll through her. Heat trickles up the back of my spine, my blood roaring to life.

“I’ve got to go.”

I hang up the phone, tossing it off the bed and it skitters across the floor. I don’t care. I remove my palm and Bailey gasps, her body slick with sweat.

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