Page 88 of The Bad Boy Rule

And I know now there’s no going back to the way it was before.

BeforeSaint Devereaux.

FORTY-ONE

SAINT

“I think I’ve realized that I’m not actually arulekind of girl. Not anymore, at least,” she says with a grin that I can barely make out in the darkness of her bedroom.

“Ah, finally. Golden Girl is realizing how much more fun it is to break them, yeah? Rebellious little thing. I love it.”

I trail my hand down the front of her chest until my palm is curved along the underside of her tit, the thin pink sleep shirt she’s wearing not concealing her taut, pebbled nipples whatsoever. They’re peeking directly through the fabric, two perfect little points that are begging for my mouth. I sweep my thumb along the peak, and her breath hitches.

I tug the front of her shirt down slightly, inch by inch, revealing her soft, creamy tits that I want to bury my fucking face in.

Heavy and full, but still not too big for her small frame. I cup them in my palms, dragging my thumb along her nipples again, kneading and squeezing them. Fuck, the perfect size for my hands.

Like she was made for me.

I could play with them all night and still never tire of it.

I realize that this is probably not the smartest idea, being naked in her bed, touching her when the little self-control I have is already frayed and busted at the seams. Especially after the rollercoaster of today, but fuck, I can’t stop.

When it comes to Lennon, it feels like I’m spinning out of control, and I have no idea what the fuck to do about that.

My eyes hold hers as I slip my hand beneath her shirt and trail it up, dragging the material along, silently asking if I should take it this far.

She nods and lifts up slightly, and I don’t think, I just act, pulling her shirt up and over her head, watching as her tits spill free. I dip my head to her chest and press my lips into her skin, down the center of her chest, nipping at the underside of her tit, every place but where she wants me most because she squirms, clenching her thighs together like it’s going to take away the throb building inside her.

It won’t. The only thing that’s going to help that is my fingers, my tongue… or my cock.

“More.” A shallow pant spills past her lips as she grabs me by the hair unabashedly, guiding my mouth to her nipple.

My dirty, dirty girl, telling me exactly what the fuck she wants, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud. Or more turned on.

I close my lips around her nipple and suck, flicking the peak with my tongue, rolling the other between my fingers and tugging.

“God, it feels… so good,” she says, falling back against the mattress as I hover over her. Somehow in the last few minutes, we’ve moved, me fitted between her parted thighs, her in only a tiny pair of sleep shorts that cover little to nothing, and me completely naked.

It’s dangerous territory.She’sdangerous, and she doesn’t even realize the effect that she has on me.

It’s like I’m compelled as I slam my lips against hers, my hands curving around her jaw and holding her in my palm while I kiss her, drinking down the contented little sigh that pushes past her parted lips.

Like this is what she was finally waiting for.

I feel her fingers trailing along my abs, and the muscles contract beneath her touch, my dick hardening between us. Her soft, small fist circles my length, and she squeezes hesitantly, then more assuredly, as she slowly strokes me.

“Fuuuuck, Lennon,” I hiss, dropping my forehead to hers, my eyes falling shut as arousal licks at the base of my spine.

Her thumb sweeps along the slit as she gathers the bead of precum on the pad of her finger, spreading around my head. She brushes the sensitive ridge of my head before moving to my piercing, and my hips flex, thrusting into her hand.

It’s slow, and explorative, and drives me out of my goddamn mind. If I wasn’t already about to come in her hand like a fucking teenager, I sure as fuck am now.

My fingers curl around her wrist, stopping her before I embarrass the shit out of myself, and slowly, I slide down her body, my tongue tracing a wet path from her pert nipples down the flat plane of her stomach.

I let my gaze travel up her body as I press a soft kiss to the front of her sleep shorts, where they’re practically molded to her pussy, the outline making my mouth water.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about eating your sweet little cunt since you came on my face at the rink.” I nip at the inside of her thigh before making it better with my tongue. “I’m fucking obsessed with it. All I do is think about fucking my tongue into your tight little hole, getting it ready for my fingers, stretching it open wide for me.”

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