Page 53 of Bad For A Weekend

He tips my chin up. “Baylor, there is nothing you could do tonight that would disappoint me. Fucking nothing.”

He kisses me long, deep, and hard until I forget my insecurities. By the time he pulls away, we’re both panting and desperate for more. He grips the hem of my tank top and lifts it slowly, his hungry eyes following as it goes. When he reaches my breasts, I lift my arms, and he tugs the shirt off.

“Fuck,” he mutters, tossing it aside. “Every night, I’ve wondered what color your nipples were.” He tests the weight of my breast, teasing his thumb over my puckered flesh. It sends a jolt of electricity right to my clit. “Were they pink or brown or somewhere in-between?” he muses. “Turns out they’re the most perfect shade of pale pink I’ve ever seen. Can’t wait to see if I was right about your cunt.”

I gasp at his dirty word and also because, as he says that, he cups between my legs. My mouth goes dry, and my entire body trembles in anticipation.

“Let’s find out,” he says, picking me up and setting me on the bed.

He kneels on the mattress and pulls down my sleep shorts and panties. Being stripped bare while he’s still clothed sends a thrill through my body. It puts him at an advantage and makes me his plaything. It’s exactly what I want.

“Spread your legs for me, Bay.” He places his hands on my knees and encourages them to fall to the side, exposing the last part of me he hasn’t seen. He gently tugs at the little tuft of hair I keep trimmed right above my slit. “I wasn’t expecting this. I like it.”

Positioning himself between my legs, he lowers on top of me, holding himself up on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me. He’s so big and strong, something that should frighten me given all I’ve been through. But Owen’s my protector, and feeling his delicious mass while knowing he’s on my side only arouses me more.

His lips descend to mine in a hungry kiss I return, trying to communicate all the things I can’t say out loud—that I want him, I need him, and I’ll do anything for him.

“Your only job tonight is to tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like, okay?” he asks.

“Okay.”

“I mean it.”

“I will,” I promise.

“Good girl.”

The praise has me preening and wanting more. I want to be his good girl, and when I’m not, I want him to punish me like he said he would on the beach earlier. Both things appeal to me in a way that confuses me and turns me on.

He brushes my hair back and kisses across my jaw and down my neck. Snaking my hands under his shirt, I hold on to him. His skin is hot, damp, and smooth, and I love the way his muscles contract as he shifts his weight to move lower on my body.

“You taste so good,” he moans, planting open-mouthed kisses across my clavicle. “Has anyone eaten your pussy before?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“Did you come?”

“No. I was too nervous, and he wasn’t very good.”

“I feel confident I can do better.” He captures my nipple in his mouth and sucks.

I moan and arch into him, my core tightening.

“So responsive,” he mutters, moving to the other side and repeating what he did before, but this time, he takes my nipple between his teeth and tugs. I weave my hand into his hair and tighten my thighs around his waist. “Feel good?”

“So good,” I say breathlessly.

He abandons my breasts and kisses a path down to my pussy. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t come the one and only time someone else attempted this. His tongue was everywhere but where I needed it. Eventually, I became so frustrated that I faked an orgasm to make it stop.

Owen spreads my lips and hums. “You have a pretty pussy too, so pink and wet. Is all this for me?”

I blush and shift my gaze to the ceiling. Why didn’t I turn the lights out? He can see literally everything. He silences my thoughts when he rubs small circles over the top of my clit. His gentle movements mollify me and have me floating on a cloud.

“Need to taste you now,” he says, tossing my legs over his shoulders and positioning himself in front of me as though he’s about to eat his favorite meal. His tongue licks up my slit, dipping between my lips and brushing against my clit.

Electric pulses vibrate through me, creating a need I’ve never felt before. He parts me open before flicking my clit with his tongue in a fluttering motion that sends me sky-high.

“Oh shit,” I call out right before I burst into an orgasm I wasn’t expecting. My heels dig into his shoulders, and my hips lift off the bed as I come so hard, I can’t even remember my own name.

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