Page 20 of Daring the Bad Boy

Thick and hard and even longer than she had anticipated. And she’d been anticipating quite a lot since yesterday evening. The column of flesh bowed up towards his belly button, the broad head shiny with pre-cum, his testicles swaying heavily beneath.

The smile died, her mouth dry as a bone.

She reached out, to touch the slit and the erection leapt, his soft curse bringing her eyes back to his. He grasped her wrist to pull her hand away.

“That’ll have to wait till later,” he said. And she felt a startled beat under her breastbone.

There’s going to be a later?

Raising her hand to his mouth, he bit softly into the flesh under her thumb. The affectionate nip had the odd beat going nuts.

“The last twelve hours have been torture and I’m not superman.”

“Sorry about that,” she said.

He shook his head, the sensual smile going a little feral as he pressed a kiss into the palm of her hand. “Don’t be, because we’re about to make up for it.”

He reached for the jeans he’d slung over the desk chair, and produced a condom. Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he rolled it onto the bobbing erection – totally at ease with his nakedness and hers. Was there anything more erotic than a guy who handled protection with such easy efficiency in the middle of a cramped supply teacher’s office on a Saturday afternoon?

She blew out a breath, her own apprehension obliterated by the surge of something hot and fluid and reckless.

Apparently not.

If Mr. Abernathy himself walked in on them right now, she really couldn’t give a shit. All she wanted was to feel that epic penis taking her somewhere she was fairly sure she’d never been before.

He slid his hands over her naked hips, lifted her up, until the blunt head of his penis was notched against her slit. But he didn’t enter her, the shocking contact making her gasp.

“Easy.” He grinned. So sure, so confident. So abso-fricking-hot.

She gripped his face, kissed those sensual lips. All the reserve, the last of her inhibitions burnt to a crisp in the firestorm of her lust. She widened her legs, gripped his shoulders, dropping her head back to knock against the wall as he found her clitoris with that clever thumb. And bent to capture a nipple. He suckled hard, trapping the peak against the roof of his mouth, drawing soft moans out of her, while his latex-clad penis rubbed against the full lips of her sex.

She panted her need against his neck. “Please just …”

“Not yet, Rosie. You’re being punished,” he said, but the words were harsh, tense, suggesting it was a punishment for him too.

A part of her rejoiced as she adjusted her hips, dragged him closer, her fingers threading into the short curls at his nape.

At last the huge head notched at her entrance. His fingers dug into her thighs to lift her higher. She sank down, taking every inch in one long, slow glide that had her breath backing up in her lungs.

His chest flattened her breasts, his ragged breathing feathering her hair, the fullness in her sex immense.

He shuddered, the groan wrenched from him. “Jesus, that feels so good.”

“Tell me about it,” she moaned, rewarded by his strained chuckle.

He raised his head, those chocolate eyes hot on her face. Holding her up with one arm banded under her butt, he found her clitoris with his thumb. Her body clenched around the thick intrusion, the touch, right at the heart of her, electrifying. She felt impaled, too full as he toyed with the hard nub. The coil of pleasure twisted tighter and tighter.

She sobbed, panted, watching him as he watched her. Nearly there, nearly there.

As she clung to that high ledge, the sublime pleasure barreled towards her with each sure, expert caress.

“Come for me, Rosie,” he coaxed. “Come on my cock.”

The urgent demand had the pleasure crashing through, and flinging her over at last. Her mind and body shattered into a million glittering sensations.

She sank against his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as emotion shimmered just out of reach. He gripped her hips, and thrust hard. Once, twice, pulsing as he found his own release.

He held her, his penis still thick and firm inside her, as she tried to gather her senses. Put up the trusty shield that had slipped and lay broken on the industrial flooring somewhere around his bare feet. And stop all the questions she shouldn’t want to ask from bursting out of her mouth.

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