Page 12 of Rookie Mistake

Her hips roll against my aching cock with every brush of our tongues, and I can feel the heat of her pussy through my slacks as she grinds against me.

There’s nothing slow or explorative about the way we’re moving together.

I’ve wanted her since the moment I laid eyes on her, and this chemistry, this electric current of tension between us, has been a constant buzzing hum.

Tearing my lips from hers, I kiss along the edge of her jaw, grazing and nipping at her heated skin. I soothe the bite with my tongue before trailing a wet, searing path down her neck, tasting the sweet, salty remnants of tonight on her.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night. Tasting you. Seeing those pretty little red lips smeared from being kissed by me,” I mumble against her skin. Her fingers thread into my hair as I continue my path lower, tugging roughly at the strands. The bite of pain, a mixture with heady pleasure, is an unexpected surprise.

My lips trail along her collarbone, down her chest, until I pull back to admire the taut, pebbled little peaks of her nipples as they press against the fabric of her dress.

I lift my eyes to hers, drinking in the flush of her cheeks and her swollen, parted lips as she peers down at me with heavy-lidded eyes framed in thick, dark lashes.

She’s a fucking vision bathed in pale moonlight, and I wish I had more time so I could properly see her. Strip her bare and take my time appreciating every inch of her.

“Then be agood boyand get on your knees for me.” Her words are a breathless pant.

I bring my thumb to her mouth, dragging the rough pad of it over her bottom lip, smearing the red on her lips slightly.

Her gaze darkens as she sucks my finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue along the tip just the way I imagine she would with my cock.

Something I’d do just about anything to see right now.

“This mouth,” I rasp darkly. “One day, I’m going to fuck it. Then, we’ll see just how much of a brat you are when your throat is stuffed full of my cock.”

Smirking around my finger, she bites down roughly on the tip, her eyes lighting up with something I can’t exactly place.

Excitement? Maybe even a challenge.

Fuck yeah, I knew Zara would be the kind of girl to match me toe to toe, and the flickering desire in her eyes proves it.

I pull my thumb free and do just as I’m told, dropping to my knees between her legs, keeping my gaze focused on hers as I run my palms slowly up the top of her thighs, inching her dress higher.

Her legs fall open as the dress bunches at her hips, exposing the tiniest, barely there scrap of lace covering her pussy. I have to bite back a groan when I see the damp spot darkening the front of the fabric.

Fuck.

I haven’t even touched her yet, and she’s already soaked.

Sliding my arms beneath her thighs, I curve them around her hips and yank her to the edge, placing her legs over my shoulder as I brush the pad of my thumb over the wet lace. I dip my head and press my lips softly against her clit. Then, I flatten my tongue and drag it over the fabric, licking her through it.

I tug the lace aside with my fingers, exposing her pussy. Pretty and pink, glistening with her arousal, her swollen little clit peeks out, begging for my mouth.

My fingers trace the glistening seam of her pussy, coating them with her arousal. I spread her open and flick my tongue over her clit once, then again when her hips rock against my mouth, all while I watch her, taking in the way her breath hitches and she tosses her head back on her shoulders, sinking further into the wall behind her.

“Can you be a good girl and be quiet while I eat your pretty little pussy, Trouble?” I drag my finger through her wetness, circling her entrance but never pushing inside.

When she doesn’t answer me, I pull my hand back and lightly slap her pussy. Just enough to get her attention.

Her eyes snap open and rake down to me, a look of surprise flickering in her eyes.

“Did you just…spankmy pussy?

I smirk against her heated flesh. “Yeah, I did, and if we weren’t in the back room of this fucking bar, I’d spank your ass the same way. Bad girls who are trouble need to be punished.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot, Davis.”

Trailing my finger back up to her clit, I rub a soft, languid circle, watching as her eyes flutter shut. “Answer my question. Can you be quiet?”

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