Page 46 of Big Bad Bully
His tongue slides between my exposed labia, and he penetrates me with his middle finger.
“Jesus!” I gasp. My orgasm pulses around his finger, every muscle below my waist shaking and clenching.
He pushes the hood of my clit up and gets his lips around it, managing to suction them over the tiny bundle of nerves. He slides a second finger inside me, curling them to stroke my inner wall.
I cry out, squeezing more.
I can’t believe I’m still orgasming. We didn’t even have sex. Well, I guess this is sex, but I usually need penetration to come.
“Billy…”
He pauses and looks up at me. His lips shine glossy with my juices, and his eyes have a weird silvery glow to them–the way a cat’s catch the light at night.
His expression is feral, but some of the wildness fades as he looks at me, and then smugness sets in.
Damn him.
My stomach growls.
His brows lower, and he eases his fingers from my sopping channel and puts them in his mouth to suck my juices off.
I thought he was going to pick me up and carry me to the bedroom. I mean, this was foreplay. Now we could’ve scratched the itch we both had and gotten it over with. Maybe even call this whole mural farce thing off afterward. Although I already used the fifty percent retainer he sent me to pay down my student loans, so maybe I wouldn’t push for that.
But apparently, he thinks we’re done. He pulls my white lace panties up–the ones I wore to match the white bikini top–then slides my overalls back on.
My belly flutters as he does. It’s weird to let him take care of me this way.
Not weird because I don’t usually let guys take care of me–I do. But weird because I wouldn’t have thought he was capable of it.
I wouldn’t have thought he knew how to be intimate. Or tender.
I remember what Madi said–that he’s very good at knowing what people want.
But I gave him no reason to believe I want anything from him besides ripping him a new one every time he walks in the room.
He slides one of the straps over my shoulder but unbuckles the other one, letting the front bib fold on the diagonal to expose my breast. Then he brushes the back of his knuckle over my peaked nipple. “I was right.”
Billy
Aubrey tastes like heaven. Like something foreign and familiar at the same time.
Like mine.
It’s a damn good thing I jacked off earlier, or I wouldn’t have been able to hold myself back. I would’ve yanked her down to the floor and fucked her into oblivion.
But as it is, I won this round. I gave her a hint of the pleasure she could have with me.
Now she’ll want more.
The first taste is free.
The next time, you’ll pay for it, darling.
She’ll pay with her submission. I want her body and soul. Fully surrendered to me. Mine for the ravishing.
Right now, she can’t decide if she’s pissed or pleased with me. She’s weighing whether I have the upper hand.
If she needs to fight back.
