Page 28 of Bad Seed
Aubry’s gaze lowers from my burning and babbling face. As he traces down my chest heaving with a mess of goosebumps, my nipples straining in the cold, and my dress plastered to my skin—he licks the edge of his lips.
“Did I make you think…?” He wades closer, and I’m spellbound. A butterfly pinned to a board, a nail hammered into a wall,a horny moth about to go up in flames. Aubry pauses just before touching me, the waves of our bodies stilling until I can see my toes in the water. And the rising bulge in his pants.
His body eclipses the lights of the valley, the moon, the stars. I’m swallowed in his darkness, and I start to tremble. “…that I spend my nights in bed or the shower...?”
A glimmer catches on his lips as he smirks. “…cock in hand?”
Only a strangled yelp slips from me. Yes, that’s what I thought and what I want to think about, but now that he’s said it I’m burning inside out.
Aubry leans down, a tower folding around me. I gaze up into his eyes, watching them gleam as he holds me without a touch. “Do you want to know what I think about as I stroke myself?”
I swallow deep, trying to not vibrate into another plane of existence from panicking horniness. “Yes?”
“Girls with thick thighs squeezing my head. Breasts flowing out of my hand as she rides on top of me. Soft bellies that sway as I fuck her on all fours.”
Fingers brush against my shoulder. I barely glance away from his eyes, terrified that this is all a dream that’s about to end. Aubry teases with my strap, running his finger under it. He presses his forehead to mine and whispers. “You in a white dress…soaked to your luscious body.”
Leaping onto my toes, I grab him by his thick hair, and pull his lips to mine. Heat zaps down my body turning the cold river into a Jacuzzi. The taste of something both familiar and forbidden dances not on my tongue but in my brain. I shouldn’t have him, but I do, and I won’t let him escape. I chase after his soft lips, begging for more.
More, more, more.
A craving beats through my skull. I want to devour him. I must have him.
All of him.
Now.
Hands take me by the waist, and I fly through the air. “Sadie,” he moans, catching me by my ass. One hand palms the whole cheek before gliding up my thigh, clenching both my legs around his hips.
Panting, Aubry pulls back from the kiss. His eyes burn in the starlight. “I want to fuck you hard, then soft, then as hard as you can take…all night long.”
Damn.
I open my mouth, struggling to form a word. Any word. Even a head bob will do. He’s staring at me, his bulge pressing into my drenched panties, every second agonizing the both of us.
A single, guttural sound slips out.
“Is that what you want?” he asks as if he’s about to swipe all he offered off the table.
I’m overwhelmed, my overstimulated brain locking up as it keeps playing through every option but the way forward. I twist the button on his shirt, gazing into his eyes as I pant for air.
A breathy, nearly soundless, “Yes,” casts on the wind.
“What was that?” he demands, the voice as rigid as the cock trying to fuck me through two sets of clothing.
His button hits the water with a splat. Rather than stare at what I accidentally tore off, I rake my nails down his exposed skin. “Please,” I whimper.
A single, low chuckle is his answer.
We emerge from the water like the sea monster with his bride. No, not the coquette one who faints. The one that pulls on his tentacles and demands to feel the flutter of his gills on her pussy. Cold burns into my skin through the dress drenched to my body, but it’s only for a second. Aubry’s lips meet the goosebumps, kissing them away as he nuzzles down my neck.
I pull on his shirt, worrying it partly off of his shoulders. My ride is rather unsteady, swerving back and forth as he hunts for somewhere to fuck me. “Where’s the bedroom in this place?” I ask.
He doesn’t even glance back to the mansion with a dozen bedrooms. A grunt ripples his lips, exposing his canines. “Too far,” Aubry declares and he takes off.
I’m drowning myself in him. His scent is so green it makes me feel like a fairy princess wandering in a meadow. And the taste is… I keep going back for more, sucking on his earlobe and nipping down his jaw. A hint of scruff catches on my tongue as I bite my way toward his chin.
Fabric crinkles around me. I fall back onto the outdoor couch, prepared to give my best bedroom eyes.
