Page 18 of Bratty Badboys

What the hell was I doing?

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PRETTY BOY

ANNA

Caleb was perfect. More than perfect.

“Moan my name louder, baby,” he crooned, squeezing my cheeks and spreading them wider to lick at the most sensitive place where he was moments ago.

A small whimper elicited from my throat, and my knees buckled when his tongue delved deeper.

Oh fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut. No one had ever touched me like he did. Pleasured me like he did. Hell, I didn’t even know pleasure like this existed until he showed it to me.

The way he had splayed me on the lounge chair, filling me up and making me cum?—

“Fuck,” I moaned, my hips moving back in his strong hold as he hummed against my pussy. “W-what if someone hears us?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.

Caleb peered at me from between my legs. His mouth, lips and chin covered in our juices. His eyes were dark, and his intense heated gaze made my knees buckle. His grip tightened as he smirked—so filthy—licking my folds.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” he said, his smoky voice reverberating against my sensitive sex. His piercings felt so great against my soft skin. I never thought it would be my kink, but I was already thinking about when I could have him next.

“Someone finding us like this? With my tongue deep in your tight little pussy as you moan my name, hm?”

Fuck, how can he be so dirty? I clenched my hands in fists when I gushed, imagining someone, a handsome man, watching Caleb devouring me with his naughty mouth while I bucked with pleasure. Would the handsome stranger get hard? Touch his cock watching both of us? Or would he join Caleb and kneel in front of me so I can suck on something to quieten my loud moans?

“Tell me,” Caleb demanded.

“I do. Somehow,” I said, licking my lips.

“Mhmm, I knew you would, pretty,” he said, licking me clean and running his hands over my legs and back before standing up and helping me on my feet.

My legs were shaky, and I held on to him, his large hands groping me everywhere making me blush harder than I already was. No one had ever touched me so passionately, and I was glad he wasn’t turned off by the stretch marks, cellulite, or the scar from c-section.

“Will I see you at the wedding?” I asked him. I hoped I would.

“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned down, kissing me. I hummed against his piercings when they teased my bottom lip and played with my tongue. My arms wrapped around his neck and moaned in his mouth when his hand cupped my ass cheek and squeezed it hard enough to leave a print.

His smile was charming when he pulled back and handed me my wet bikini. “Maybe I’ll get to fuck you in your pretty dress.”

“Tease,” I breathed out, shamelessly staring at him from head to toe. I licked my lips at his muscular body, full of tattoos and piercings. “Be good.”

Caleb winked. “Yes, ma’am.”

I left him there, hugging the bikini to my chest. My heartbeat thrummed louder when I took a long shower and changed back to my clothes.

What was Kyle doing by the pool? I swallowed, wondering about the way Caleb had noticed him and didn’t say anything.

How long was he watching us? Is that why Caleb was touching me everywhere?

A small part of me wondered if Kyle liked what he saw and wanted to join?—

No. Nope. I’m not going there.

I exhaled and pinned my wet hair in a loose claw. I had to get ready for the wedding soon anyway. When I walked out of the women’s locker room, I heard something like a groan from the men’s locker room and froze in my step.

Shaking my head, I ignored it and kept walking.

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