Page 97 of The Bad Boy Rule

Saint: Yeah, okay. You know I’m the only one who can make you come this hard, the only one who’s going to make you come period.

Golden Girl: Are you though? Might have to test this “theory”

Saint: then it’s on you when he ends up with two broken arms and can’t even make himself come.

Saint: You know how much I love to fight baby, don’t try me

Saint: Wear my favorite skirt today

Golden Girl: And since when do I listen to anything you say?

Saint: Since you want my tongue on your pussy

Saint: Be a good girl and listen.

Of course, she listened, wearing a skirt that made my dick instantly hard the moment I laid eyes on her.

That’s exactly how we ended up in the penalty box with her completely, deliciously naked.

Her rosy nipples are pebbled tight from the cool air of the rink, and I can’t resist leaning down and sucking one into my mouth, letting my teeth rake across the sensitive peak.

She whimpers, and I smile against her heated skin, rolling her nipple back and forth between my teeth.

“Saint,please.”

Fuck, I love when she begs.

She’s spent the better part of the past few days begging. For my fingers, my tongue, mycock.

It’s as if the moment that we crossed the line, the night that I took her virginity, we’ve been unable to keep our hands off each other.

We’ve both learned how she likes when I’m rough with her and when I bring her to the brink of an orgasm, only to pull it away, edging her until she’s going out of her mind. She comes so fucking hard after.

I pull my mouth from her nipple, and it makes apopsound that reverberates in the box surrounding us. “Mmm, pleasewhat,baby?”

“Touch me. I…” She pants. “Make me come. Please.”

When she squirms on the bench, my gaze drops to her pussy, already glistening and wet, creamy arousal coating the inside of her thighs.

“Such a good girl asking so nicely. You sure you’re good with this?”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she nods, never hesitating.

I reach for the roll of stick tape that’s been pushed into the corner of the box that someone likely left behind and use my other hand to push her wrists together, lifting them above her head.

Pulling the end of the tape free with my teeth, I start to carefully wrap it around her wrists. Not too tight, but tight enough to keep them bound, tight enough to hold her when she’s writhing from my tongue being buried in her cunt.

Once I finish, I lean forward and tear the end off with my teeth and then toss the roll onto the bench behind her. Gently, I prop her against the back glass of the box and haul her ass to the edge of the bench, spreading her thighs open wide.

I sink down to my knees and lift her leg to rest on my shoulder, pressing my lips along the soft, creamy skin of her inner thigh.

Christ, I can smell how wet she is, a mixture of her sweet citrus bodywash and heady arousal that clings to my nose and makes my mouth water.

I part her lips, spreading her open wide, giving me a full view of every inch of her, and I nearly groan.

The most perfect pussy to exist on the goddamn earth sits between her thighs.

One I want to drown in.

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