Page 57 of Loved By The Bad Boy

“I think so,” I whisper in reply, without giving her a chance to do anything.

Gracie’s back arches. A small moan tears out of her lips as my tongue caresses her nipple and my fingers slide in. She bites down on her lip to keep from screaming. The naughty part of me wants her to hear her scream, so I quicken my pace, moving my fingers in short, fast strokes.

Moans and whimpers tumble out of her lips. She writhes and wiggles under me. I pull back. My lips touch her nose, and I place a wet kiss on her forehead and another on her lips. Swallowing her moans, I add another finger inside her vagina. My dick bounces against her stomach, leaving a wet trail on her belly button. We will rather be inside her, but I’m not sure she wants that now.

Gracie cups my balls. I lose control for a moment and poke her entrance with the tip. My lips are not effective in containing her moans. I pull out right before the tightness of her vagina sucks me in.

She groans, throwing light punches on my chest.

“I don’t have a condom,” I explain.

Her eyes roam my room. There’s a drawer by the bed, but no condoms inside it. I didn’t plan this. I imagined our first time would be somewhere more private; I don’t know where, but not here.

“Okay.” The column of her throat bobs. Her eyes lower, and she draws circles on my stomach. I’m hanging on by a thread. “What if you do it on my stomach? Or in my mouth? I don’t know.”

“But it’s your first time.” Some virgins bleed, and it will be a horrible idea to put my penis in her mouth after that. Gracie locks her legs around my waist when I attempt to pull back. “What if there’s blood?”

Her mouth opens and closes. She shrugs.

Someone is naughty.

I leave a chaste kiss on her lips, then kiss her neck, teeth sinking deeper into the skin of her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, but I bite harder to leave my mark. “Benny, it hurts.”

“Sorry.” I pull away and smile at the new hickey. “I claimed you, Gracie. You belong to me, babe.”

“Is this the part where I howl and say,mate?” My brows scrunch, and she whispers, “Mine.”

Laughter hitches in my throat when I finally grasp it. She’s quoting a werewolf fanfic she read.

“Fuck you, Gracie.”

She laughs. “You belong to me too, Benny.”

No questions about that. I was hers before I knew it. My lips claim hers, slowly at first, then fast enough to leave us breathless. I pepper wet kisses on her forehead, nose, lips, down to the space between her breasts. Her nails dig into my back hard enough to leave a mark, and my kisses grow fervent. I take turns between her nipples, and she massages my balls with tender uncertainty.

We are both far too gone to care about the loud moans slipping from her mouth. My head lowers between her legs, and she whines. She mutters something unintelligible at the first swipe of my tongue on her vagina. Mild pain spreads through my scalp at the pull of my hair, but I don’t stop.

Slurping sounds echo as I lap on her wetness. My name slips from her mouth, edging me to bring her close to the brink of pleasure. Her first time must be perfect. Moving back up, I lace our fingers above her head, my eyes seeking her consent to continue. She nods, and I slide into her.

We freeze.

She’s too tight, like a glove over my dick. Sweat beads on her forehead, mine as well. I wait for her to adjust to the intrusion. When she encourages me to go on, I pull out to push back in gently.

A wave of pleasure hits me. The urge to move faster and consistently sweeps in. Bliss rocks my whole body. I watch her face as I thrust again. Her face scrunches, but she doesn’t let me withdraw.

“Gracie.” If she’s hurting, then it’s not worth it.

“Please.” Her eyes are on mine. “Don’t stop.”

Seconds later, Gracie’s face relaxes, but my strokes grow gentler. She scolds me by jutting her hips forward, trying to force me to quicken my pace. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I hasten my thrusts. I am close, but I don’t want to do it without her. Her eyes roll back as I pump into her. She locks her legs around my waist, restricting my movements to short, gentle strokes.

“Gracie…”

“I’m close,” she breathes. Her eyes lock on mine, the love shining in them spreads over me, and my heart flutters. I love this girl so much. I thrust into her one more time, claiming her in ways my words wouldn’t have been able to express. “Benny!”

Her body stiffens under me, her mouth parts to let out another moan, and I detonate inside her.

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