Page 70 of Love Me, I Dare You

“You have no fucking clue how sexy you look right now, Angel,” I tell her, leaning forward and taking a nipple in between my fingers. I tweak it, pinch it and tug it, loving the way her breathing turns shallow as she spreads her legs wider for me to fit right in. “That’s my girl.”

“Nash, please. I don’t want to be teased. I just need you.” Her eyes drop to my cock, pointing straight at her.

“Oh baby, but you don’t know how badly you were teasing me tonight? You weren’t a good girl, B. Dancing your little ass up on the bar for everyone to see. Smiling at the cow-fucker as if he was deserving.”

“Jake is nice,” she moans breathless and so fucking turned on I’m ready to come in my hand like a fucking amateur.

The sound that leaves me is dark and warning. “You don’t wanna fuck nice, Angel. If you wanted to, you’d be downstairs in his arms. You’d be in his bed, lying on top of his ironed sheets. His pants neatly folded on the bed beside you as he plays little spoon.”

“Maybe I want nice? It sure as fuck would be better for me.”

My fingers hook into the waistband of her thong, and I slowly drag it down her legs before tossing to the floor beside my jeans. I’ll be adding it to my collection. I take her clit between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it and loving the way she squirms.

“You’re not fooling either of us, baby. You want the real thing. A man who knows what he’s doing, who not only knows how to eat this pretty little pussy like it’s a goddamn fucking five course meal.” Dropping my head and licking a straight line through her lips, her sweet taste on my tongue and the hurried moan she lets out immediately make my cock ache. “You need aman who’s going to fuck you until you can no longer remember your name, let alone anyone else.”

“Are you going to be that man, Nash?” she asks, so fucking timid I don’t want to just fuck her but keep her. Her skirt is now bunched up at her waist, leaving her completely naked in front of me and my fucking God, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I don’t give her a response, at least not with words. I speak volumes with my tongue, licking and sucking as I feast on the perfect spot between her legs. Setting my hands on either side of her thighs, I hold her in place as my tongue slides back and forth through her wetness.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” I groan as I move quicker, sucking her swollen nub into my mouth before shoving two fingers inside her and working her with both my mouth and fingers. She’s so fucking tight and it only makes me want her even more. I want to feel her wrap around me, and milk me the way only she would be able to.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” she cries out, her back arching off the mattress as she grinds her face on my tongue, needing more.

“He’d never be able to do this, baby. No one fucking will.”

“Nash, I need to come. Please, baby. I want to come on your tongue.”

Her pleas have me quickening my pace until I can feel the muscles of her pussy contracting as she edges toward her release. But it’s not enough. She’s held back for so long, punished herself now she’s so worked up about coming for me she can’t.

I cup her breast with my free hand, tugging her nipple in between my fingers as my mouth fingers continue to suck her clit. “I’m so close, Nash.”

“Look at me,” I demand, forcing her to open her eyes and meet my heated gaze. Desire burns in the dark pits of her eyes, the blue almost completely shaded by the lust that’s consumed her. Dropping the hand cupping her breast to her waist, I dig my fingers into her skin, positioning her at the perfect angle for my mouth to feast and my fingers inside her to curve, hitting the spot that drives her wild. “Come for me, Angel.”

She does, exploding in a wave of pent-up frustrations and needs. Her sweetness coats my fingers and tongues as I continue to suck, licking up every drop of her from my mouth and fingers. She tastes so fucking good, feels so incredible.

Once her body subsides, I stare at the masterpiece I’ve made. The apex of her thighs, bright red and raw from the roughness of my beard between her legs while her juices coat it completely, make my dick feel like it’s nearly bleeding from how engorged I am. Guiding a finger to her mouth, I push inside, forcing her to taste how perfect she is.

“Taste yourself on me, pretty girl. This is what makes me act like a madman. You taste incredible, you feel even better. So fucking sweet.”

With her fingers threaded in my hair and the last of her climax shattering her body, Bailey tugs my head up to face her, licking a trail over my lips and down my neck. Looking down at the beauty in front of me, I know there’s no way this will ever get any better.

“Just for tonight, Nash. I want to pretend.”

I chuckle deep and so fucking aroused. “Pretend what? You wanna role play, Angel. I knew you were a kinky little freak, B.”

Staring up at me through dark lashes, her usual fight is nearly gone. She’s so gorgeous, naked and perfect, as she watches me with uncertainty. Like she’s nervous I’ll say no. I’m no fucking idiot. I know what she means, but I want her to ask. I want her to beg me for it so I know it’s real.

“Quit it. Don't make me laugh. I’m trying to be sexy.”

Bailey doesn't realize how incredibly sexy she is, and it only adds to the allure. A woman who’s not only confident but secure in her own body is great, and Bailey usually is in front of anybody else. But here with me, I see past the mask she wears for everyone else to see and into every vulnerability. Her fears and insecurities, the fact she doesn't realize what she does to me, it’s sexier than anything I’ve ever witnessed.

“You don’t have to try, Bailey. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s un-fucking-real how hot you are, how badly I want you.”

“Then pretend with me. Just for one night. I want to know what it would have felt like. How things could have been different if…”

“If what, Angel?”

A flicker of fear flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone just as easily as my fingers move up to her cheeks of their own accord. I tenderly caress her jaw, tracing hearts along her skin, and I know she feels it too. The magnetic energy between us sizzles like we’re about to catch on fire.

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