Page 8 of Bratty Badboys

“Like this?” I slowly teased her clit with my finger, edging her as she frowned at me.

“No? Then tell me what you want, pretty,” I said, lowering my voice and putting light pressure on her clit as she gasped. God, her pussy was perfect. Twitching and soaking wet. So fucking small that I wondered if she’d be able to take my cock.

I had to eat her out more and stretch her out for me.

“F-finger me.”

Her cheeks turned red, making me smirk. “Yes, ma’am,” I purred and slid my index and middle finger inside her, groaning at her tightness. “I’ll fucking stretch you. Fuck.”

She whimpered, tightening her hold on my hair as I fingered her pussy and wrapped my mouth around her clit. When I knew she was close, I increased my pace and rubbed the pads of my fingers on the spongy sensitive spot and sucked on the swollen clit.

There we go.

“Such a tight little pussy,” I grunted, devouring her as she gasped and groaned as I kept my pace, even when she tried to move away from my mouth. I was relentless and when she tugged at my hair, trying to get a breather by pushing me away, I glared at her.

“Stop fucking moving,” I warned, gathering her wrists in my hand and pushing them down on her hips. “I don’t want to tie you up just yet.”

Anna’s eyes were wide, and her lips parted when I held her down and continued pleasuring her. Repeating my ministrations until she was right on the edge, her soft thighs trembling and stomach heaving with each harsh breath.

“Cum on my mouth, please—fuck yes,” I moaned when she came, exploding in my mouth, softly moaning my name as I rutted against the bed, licking her addictive juices.

My balls were full, and I hadn’t noticed I was so turned on that my cock jerked. The piercing on my tip pulsed and my body froze as pleasure washed over me, making me groan into her sensitive pussy as I came on the bed, ropes of hot white spurts of my cum staining the sheets.

“Fuck,” I whispered, pulling away as she came back to Earth, watching me and my wet cock with wide eyes. “Well, this is a first.”

4

GOOD BOY TOY

ANNA

My mouth parted in awe and shock as I looked at Caleb. Thoroughly looked at him. His pretty chin length hair tousled with all the tugging I had done. His eyebrow and lip piercing glinted in the dim warm light coming from the nightstand lamp. His body was sexy.

I licked my lips, leaning on my elbows and eyeing the twin dragon tattoos on his chest, a silver thin chain on his neck. The traditional design started on his neck and went down to his ribs, his nipples and belly piercings, suiting him perfectly.

He ran a hand through his hair, and I bit my lip, staring at his abs. God, when was the last time I slept with someone who had abs? Forever! I could feel my cheeks getting red as I shamelessly stared at his cock. It was soft, wet, but still pretty. It had a piercing. A curved barbell poking out of his tip, glinting against his cum. The length was perfect, although a bit longer than I ever had and his girth—fuck me. He would stretch me if he ever?—

“Stop looking at my cock like that, ma’am,” he said, his voice husky as he stood up from the bed to remove his pants and cover his butt with boxers.

I wanted to pout and demand him to come back to bed. Again, I couldn’t remember when I had last pouted or wanted to demand any of my bed partners. Not that I had many.

“Why not?” I watched him open the mini fridge and open a bottle of water. His muscles tensed and relaxed as he drank water. He wasn’t huge nor had enormous muscles, but he was lean and muscular. With toned muscles and strong thighs.

Just my type.

Since when do you have a type?

“You have a pretty cock, Caleb,” I said, watching him sputter when he faced me, a hint of blush on his cheeks as he capped the bottle and walked towards the bed. A droplet of water slid down his clean-shaven jaw and down to his neck.

“Fuck, if you keep saying things like that—” he paused, shaking his head and offering me water.

I smiled at him and took the bottle from him and drank it, feeling his piercing gaze on my naked body. I hadn’t even covered myself, and when I took the blanket to?—

“Don’t,” he held my wrist, his face inches away from me as he crawled on the bed, keeping the bottle away. “I enjoy seeing you naked.”

I hummed, my heart thundering in my ribcage as he pulled me on his lap, kissing my neck. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to stretch your sexy pussy,” he murmured, playing with my nipples, pinching one piercing and making me whimper.

I raked my hand through his soft hair before kissing him. It felt so natural to stay on his lap, grind against his semi—very impressive recovery time—and dirty talk with him. I had never been with someone young… and filthy.

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