Page 6 of Bratty Badboys

So, I did just that. Scrunching my hands on his suit, I licked his warm skin. He made a low, hoarse sound from his throat. I lowered my hand over his back and raked my nails over his shirt. My lips wrapped around the soft skin of his neck as I sucked.

“Fuck, Anna,” he moaned.

I pulled back, seeing the red lipstick smudge on his shirt and neck.

“We shouldn’t, we are not…” he started, watching me lick my lips.

“With these piercings and tattoos, I assume you are above eighteen, right?”

He cleared his throat, as if trying to get rid of the hot fog burning our heads. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” I nodded. I slid my hand lower and squeezed his ass, my nails digging into the muscle as he hissed, biting his lip. “Then be a good boy for me and show me what my pretty cunt is missing out on, yeah?”

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NEXT TIME

CALEB

My cock stirred in my pants, hearing filthy words out of her sweet mouth. Her long manicured nails dug into my ass, and I wanted nothing more than scratches on my back tomorrow, raw from her nails after I fucked more filthy words out of her.

But… the aphrodisiac.

I didn’t know it was the wrong chocolate until I picked up her chocolate wrapper and licked the part where her tongue was moments ago before she left. I was sporting a semi just from that and wanted more, and that’s when I remembered. I had bought them up for myself not knowing when I’d use it since it had been a few months since I last got laid. And I had given the aphrodisiac to the sweet, hot-as-fuck woman of my wet dreams.

I went after her, but I couldn’t find her in the hall and asked the woman, Katie, about Anna. Since I couldn’t ask about all the details, I decided to get to my room, calm down, jerk off, cool down and then find her. I was getting light-headed, and before I could reach for my room keycard, she was looking at me with wide eyes and a soft flush.

“Caleb,” she whispered, blinking up at me. Her voice was full of lust and need. Fuck me. She was squirming in my arms.

I tightened my hold on her and pushed her on the nearby wall, her gasp making my cock twitch.

“Are you sure, pretty?” I asked, my voice hoarse. I controlled myself, ignoring the urge to hump her like a dog in the heat. “You’ll let me play with your hot little body all night, hm?”

“God, yes.”

My mouth covered hers hungrily, swallowing her moan. Her lips were soft and fucking perfect. I cupped her neck and angled my head to kiss her better, her hands holding my arm. I loved the way she shivered, feeling my tongue piercing on her lips, on her tongue. I groaned when she licked my lip, my piercing. She was going to kill me, and I had only tasted her lips. Only one set of lips. Yet.

We both pulled away breathlessly, her hands roaming over my shirt and pushing the suit. I acquiesced, removing the jacket, throwing it away before lowering to my knees and bunching her dress up.

“W-wait.”

I stopped, looking up at her. I must have had an odd expression on my face that her cheeks turned pink and said, “Your shirt.” Her chest heaved with heavy breathing. “Remove it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I smirked and started unbuttoning it as she stared at me hungrily. “You enjoy watching me on my knees, huh?” I said, discarding my shirt and groaning at her sexy feminine scent when I put my face against her crotch, still covered with the dress. She was so soft and warm. “You smell so fucking sweet.”

“You… have piercings—that’s a pretty tattoo.” She was stuttering and as much as I would have wanted her to explore my piercings, I wanted her now.

“You can admire them later, but I need to have your pretty cunt smothering my face right now,” I said, my dick begging to be touched as I stared up at her, waiting for her. “May I?”

“Ye—ah!”

As soon as I got her consent, I was tugging up her dress and pressing my face into her drenched thong. I growled, the sound hoarse and deep. I ignored her soft gasp and pushed her legs wide to lick her wetness through the tiny fabric. Her thighs were plush and toned, and I knew she worked out as I dug my fingers into her soft skin to nudge my tongue deeper until her tiny thong was completely drenched with juices and my saliva.

“You have such a pretty pussy,” I said in awe and tore away the fabric.

How could someone have such a soft, warm pussy? Such soft skin?

“Caleb!”

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