Page 58 of Bad Boy
And then I make a hasty, split-second decision that has never felt so fucking right for once in my life.
Impulsive. That’s me.
And I’ve learned to embrace it.
“But you could always fuck me.”
And then he’s coming on a strangled gasp. Hot ropes of cum shoot from his cock, landing on his abs.
My fingers slow, and my jaw drops.
I didn’t even touch his cock.
Hedidn’t even touch his cock.
No one touched his cock.
And he came.
Fuuuck.
Aftershocks cause his asshole to pulse around my fingers, and it’s so goddamn hot.
So. Fucking. Hot.
I slip them out while he lies there panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“N-now?” he asks, eyes wide and maybe a little terrified.
I hover on my knees while I leisurely stroke my own dick. “You’re not ready for this cock, Linc. But I’ve been using my fingers for a while now, and I’m definitely ready for yours,” I say boldly. “If you wanna give it to me,” I add, making him whimper. His deflating erection starts to fill again.
“I do. Fuck, I do.” He slaps a hand over his mouth at the curse that slips out.
A deep, sultry chuckle pours out of me, and I crawl up his body between his spread legs. His sticky cum smears between us as I settle my weight on top of him. I lean down and pepper little kisses over his face before pulling back.
“I love that you feel comfortable enough to let it slip. As you should. And knowing that you only curse around me and not other people gets me hot, Preppy. Knowing that it’s only for me when those pouty pink lips murmurfuck me. . .” I grind my erection into his, causing a small gasp to escape his swollen lips.
“And I will, soon. But right now, I can’t wait to feel your cock stretchingmyass open,” I tell him, nipping at his bottom lip. I’ve never shied away from dirty talk, and for some reason, it makes me even hotter to see the embarrassment and lust battling in his eyes.
I sit up and tug on his hand, pulling him from the bed with me. “Let’s clean up first.”
We hurry downstairs to the only bathroom in the cabin, inconveniently located on the first floor. We promptly clean up, and then I push Linc against the wall before we even make it two feet down the hallway. I slam my lips to his, our semi-hard cocks grazing. I plunder his mouth, spearing my tongue in and out in a filthy imitation of the real act.
The act of fucking.
The real act that’s about to go down.
In like five minutes.
Fuck. I can’t make it upstairs.
I can’t do it.
I need his dick in my ass right now. Fuckingyesterday.
It doesn’t have to be all pretty hearts and flowers and rainbows for me. I want it down and dirty. Rough and passionate. I want it tohurtso fucking good.
“I want you to bend me over the back of the couch and fuck me hard, Preppy,” I say breathlessly, pulling away from his kiss-swollen lips.
