Page 73 of Bad Boy Crush

“Slow. Slow. Jesus. I’m going to fuckin’ die.” Ant was breathing heavily, his hands framing her face as she took his cock on her tongue. He tasted amazing. She’d been dreaming of this moment since they left that stupid party.

The moment they’d arrived back at their borrowed house, they had kissed their way up the stairs. They never made it past the living room.

During the drive home, she’d spouted off about her dad’s condescension and her mother’s and friends’ rudeness. She’d been raised in a stuffy environment, but she had more class in her pinky finger than her peers.

Ant had agreed that she was more free-spirited than anyone in the rigid crowd. She’d promised to show him when they returned home just how free-spirited she could be.

“Christ. Like that.” A sharp exhalation hissed from between his teeth.

She loved him like this—at her mercy, reverently holding her face like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her in his life. It was heady, this power.

“I can’t—” were the next words out of his mouth. With a rough tug, he pulled her lips off his cock and helped her stand. He smashed his lips against hers in a punishing oh-so-good kiss that weakened her knees. “I love the way you do that.”

“I love doing that,” she said against his mouth. “I’m getting better.”

He gave her a damp kiss. “Honey, you get much better, we’ll never get to the good part.”

“Wasn’t that the good part?”

“Depends.” His smile was wicked. “How do you feel about this?”

He spun her around and backed her ass against his cock. He rubbed the hard length of it against her as he rucked her dress over her thighs. When it was bunched at her waist, he wound her hair around his fist and growled into her ear. “Bend over.”

“Okay.” She found purchase on the arm of a white leather sofa. He kept hold of her hair, applying the most delicious pressure when he pulled. With his other hand, he palmed her pussy. She was wet, which he noticed.

“Does sucking me off turn you on?”

“Yes.”

“I like hearing that, Lourdes.” He closed his teeth over her earlobe and suckled, sending a shockwave of heat coursing through her center. Then he followed the band of the thong between her ass cheeks to her pussy and slipped one finger deep inside of her.

“Oh, God.”

“That’s right.”

“Is this the good part?” He thrust his finger in and out of her while tugging her hair.

“Nope. This is the okay part. Me inside of you from behind—that’s the good part. Haven’t had you that way yet. I’d like to.”

“I’m ready.” She was lost, her mind a blur as he stroked her and kissed her neck. She gripped his heavy erection and guided him to where she wanted him.

“Let me grab protection.”

“Not yet! Just for a second let’s not have anything between us.”

She felt him go still. “Okay.”

He released her hair and encouraged her to climb to her toes while he guided his cock past her wet folds. He slid in deep in one hard, velvety thrust—all the way to the hilt.

“Definitely the good part,” she said when he was seated.

“You know it when you feel it.” He pulled out gently but slammed into her with enough force to rock her forward. Her legs quivered.

“Harder.” She wanted to be wild with him, especially after the stodgy, playing-it-safe party they’d attended. Fuck being proper. She and Ant didn’t have to make sense to anyone but them. They didn’t owe anyone an explanation.

He filled her request as he filled her. Each pump glanced off her G-spot, igniting a hidden part of her she’d locked away long ago. He wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple as he drove into her again and again.

Her legs shook as she fought to hold herself up. Her knees were Jell-O, her mind spinning. She couldn’t focus on anything apart from the expanding pleasure stretching out and surrounding her with feather-soft wings.

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