Page 49 of Bad Boy Crush

Meanwhile, his brains had been pulverized by the best blowjob of his life. He’d intended to go down on her first, but she took his cock into her mouth before he could. He’d enjoyed himself almost too much. The second she touched herself, he nearly came into her mouth.

Unacceptable.

He didn’t want tonight to end too soon. At all, if he had his way.

He lowered himself between her legs, memorizing the look on her face. She was biting her lip, her expression curious and anticipatory. Just you wait, sweetheart.

He was about to bring that post-orgasmic glow to the pinnacle. Once again, with feeling.

He rested the crooks of her knees on his shoulders and settled in. He dragged his nose from her knee to her thigh, the fragrance of her making him harder. He drilled down into the bed with his hips, hoping to quell the pounding of his dick. He would fuck her soon enough, but right now, he wanted to make her come so hard she forgot where she was. Who she was.

His mouth set to her pussy, he stroked his tongue over her swollen clit. That first taste was pure sweet and salty heaven. She moaned her approval, toying with his hair distractedly at first. When he did something she liked, her fingers flinched, pulling at the root. He endured the pinch of pain on his scalp, delivering each lash with precision. When her legs closed in over his ears, he paused in his work to issue a one-word request. “Open.”

She spread wider as requested, gifting him with a hell of a view. He continued eating her out, so turned on he was fucking the mattress when she came in his mouth. First a trickle, then a flood, as he wrung two more orgasms out of her.

Unable to stay and deliver a third—he was dying, here—he abandoned her prone body to grab his wallet. Condom in between his teeth, he took the pillow off her face and threw it across the room. She brushed blond hair from her eyes, pink-cheeked and the happiest he’d ever seen her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful I can hardly stand it.”

She weakly touched his mouth with her fingertips. He kissed them before tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth. He rolled on the protection and positioned himself between her legs. In a move he loved, she dug her heels into his ass and urged him forward. He eased past her soaking-wet folds one inch and then two, and then blew out a harsh breath.

“You feel good,” she breathed.

“So do you.” Those three words came out through clenched teeth. He had to stop moving to gather what remaining faculties he had left. Inside her cozy tunnel, he pulsed, his dick angry that they weren’t moving faster. But Ant refused to rush. He wanted to earn another round after this one.

He blew out a steadying breath that ruffled her bangs. Something serious crossed her face then as she folded her hands at his neck and pulled him down to kiss her.

Softly, his lips moved over hers. He pivoted his hips, sliding into the hilt. He was an exact fit for her. Like a goddamn tongue and groove. He glided along her natural lubricant.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered.

A fantasy he’d never had about her was instantly fulfilled. He’d imagined her naked before, but never this open. Never this all-consuming. He could live in the space between her perfect thighs.

“If I come one more time, I’ll die.” A wrinkle formed between her eyebrows.

“I won’t let you die,” he vowed. “I’m not letting go until you have one more. We might be here a while if you fight it.”

Confident words he wasn’t sure he could back up with action. He was slowly losing himself in her. A fiery trail had zipped down his spine, drawing his balls tight until they were as hard as rocks.

“Hurry,” she encouraged. “We’ll take our time later.”

“Yeah?” That was tempting.

“Yes.” She opened her eyes. “Come inside me.”

Well. Who could refuse that offer?

He increased his pace, paying close attention to what moves made her mouth drop open into an O. He drew out of her slowly and entered her fast. Soon, she was clinging to him, begging to him, to God, to heaven. Their bodies were glued together with a thin sheen of sweat, her shouts so loud, he could no longer hear the storm.

He could only hope her last cry was her coming as he lost the battle with his body. His release came fast and furious. He pumped his hips and rode the wave into oblivion. His mind blanked, the room snapping into complete darkness as the power winked out.

Worried the power outage might have freaked her out, he promised himself he’d comfort her…as soon as he was able to lift his head. He held his body off hers, his weight braced on one arm, so he wouldn’t crush her. When that arm began shaking, he had no idea whether to blame the physical workout or the overwhelming flood of emotion that came with finally having sex with Lourdes Daniels.

She’d wrecked him in the best way imaginable.

“You won’t hurt me.” She tapped his arm, and he sagged down on top of her. He was still inside of her warmth, his mouth against her neck. Sweetly, she kissed his temple.

When he gathered enough strength to raise his head, he kissed her smile. She seemed plenty relaxed to him.

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