Page 89 of The Bad Boy Rule

Heat flickers in her eyes, the flames licking inside her pupils as she rakes her teeth along her bottom lip. “Saint.” Her words are breathless, barely a whisper.

I know when I dip my fingers into her shorts, she’ll be deliciously slick and glistening. Her pussy weeps for me when I say filthy shit to her. She loves my dirty mouth.

I hook my fingers into the waistband and drag them down her hips, tossing them to the floor, leaving her completely naked beneath me.

God, this fucking body.

Soft skin, plush curves, rosy pebbled nipples, the most perfect pussy to ever exist.

I’ll never get enough.

I’d die before I got enough of her.

“Now, be my good girl and sit on my face,” I grunt as I flop down onto the mattress beside her, pulling her tight little body over me.

Her eyes widen. “W-what? I can’t just…siton you.”

I chuckle. “Yeah the fuck you can. Now, get up here and let me drown in you, Lennon.” I slap her ass with a smirk.

Still, she stays planted in the spot she’s straddling my stomach.

And just as I suspected, she’sdrenched.There’s already a wet spot on my abs where her pussy’s rubbing against my skin.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Now I just need her pussy on my mouth.

“Stop arguing with me. Sit on my fucking face, baby.” My fingers delve into the flesh of her hips, and I rock her on top of me, dragging her clit back and forth across my abs and showing her just how good I can make her feel by using my body.

A shiver racks her body, and I smirk, watching as goose bumps scatter across her skin.

Finally, she follows directions and slides up my body, where I take over and settle her over my mouth, pussy hovering just where I want her.

“Grab onto the headboard and ride my tongue. Don’t stop until I’m soaked.”

The rough, filthy command has her snapping into action, and she lowers herself slowly but not nearly close enough.

I curve my palms over the top of her thighs and wrench her the rest of the way down until she’s seated on my face. I start by circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before I seal my lips around it and suck, hard.

The suction must be the perfect pressure because I feel her back bow as she lets out a strangled cry, my name tumbling from her lips a second later in a breathless chant. I dig my fingers into her hips to hold her in place when the pleasure becomes too much and she’s running from my tongue.

Not a fucking shot, Golden Girl.

“Yes, yes,” she chants, head lolling back onto her shoulders as I fuck her with my tongue, spearing it deep into her tight little hole. I think I’m going to bust just by the way she’s clenching around it.

All of her inhibitions and reservations seemingly have gone out the window. She’s riding my face, hips rolling faster with each panted breath.

Yeah, baby, just like that. Take what you want.

Seconds later, an orgasm crashes into her, and I feel her spasming against my tongue, flooding my mouth with her cum, a gush of hot liquid that drips past my lips and down my chin.

Fuck yes. That’s my girl.

The realization of how possessive and fiercely fucking crazy I feel about her hits me with the same force as her climax.

I want all of her orgasms, all of her whimpers, all of those sweet little sounds she makes.

She moves off my mouth once the aftershocks wear off, but her legs are still trembling as she peers down at me with a soft, slightly shy smile. Her eyes are heavily lidded and her cheeks bright pink from the orgasm.

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