Page 50 of Bad Reputation

“Too much talking, not enough writhing. Get the fuck up here, before I lose my temper.”

She blushes ten shades of red, but she does move up the bed. She straddles my face, her movements hesitant. I turn my head and kiss her inner thigh, my facial hair tickling her bare skin.

She breathes heavily and cups her own breasts. I brace her by laying one hand on her bare ass and one hand on her lower abdomen. She smells so fucking good like this, with her legs on either side of my head. Using two fingers to lift and separate her lower lips, I find her already drenched with lust.

“Mmmm,” I say as I reach my tongue out, teasing her pussy with light licks.

She moans and presses herself down, seeking more contact. I give it to her, swirling my tongue around her clit.

“I— I—” she says, her eyes closed tightly. “Fuckkkkk, that’s so good.”

I chuckle, the vibrations filtering into her body. For a while, I tease her by using my tongue to fuck her. She groans in frustration, and I grin. I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much, but her impatient noises and the fact that she’s creaming on my fucking tongue are just too damned good.

I seal my lips over her clit, sucking with long, hard pulls. Emma shatters on my face, squirting and pulsing. It’s so fucking hot to see her like that, completely undone. I almost wish that I was inside her, but I know that everything has its time and place.

I just help her ride out the orgasm, licking lazily until she pulls away. She topples over away from me, breathing hard. I sit up, wiping her cum off of my face.

“Oh my god,” she says, her eyes still closed.

Her dress is still around her waist. I take a moment to skim her hips and appreciate how wet her pussy still is, her wetness having spread out a little. I can see it gleaming in the dying daylight streaming in the window.

“God you’re hot,” I murmur, kissing her thigh.

She cracks open an eye. “You make me crazy. That final move you did where you sucked on my clit?” She makes a strangled sound. “That will be the death of me, I’m sure of it.”

My lips curl upward. “Seems like a good way to go.”

Emma sighs. “Will you pass me my panties?”

I cock my head. “I think not. The idea of you being bare under that dress all night is probably the only way you’re going to trick me into going to this damned thing.”

Her eyebrows rise, but she doesn’t insist on it. She just pushes herself up off the bed, working her dress down over her hips. She smoothes it down like I didn’t just make her cum everywhere a couple of minutes ago.

She starts to walk to the closet, but I grab her and kiss her on the butt. She resists, struggling a little. I pay her no mind, burying my face down between her ass cheeks.

“I think that later I’m going to eat your ass, and you’re going to love every second of it. So think about that all night while we’re socializing.”

Then I release her, standing up. She turns around and looks at me, seeming a little dazed and a little petrified.

“You like doing that?” she asks.

“I like the fact that you will come harder than you’ve ever come before. And I like getting you comfortable with having your ass played with. Eventually, I plan to cum in it, but you have to start small. So that’s a hell of a bonus.” I wink, moving to get my shoes.

She just stares at me, her jaw hanging open. “You are fucking insane.”

“Come on, let’s get moving. We’re already late, thanks to you being so needy,” I tease.

“You are the worst!” she tells me as she gets her shoes on. “Just so you know that.”

I usher her out of her room and hurry her to my car. By the time we get all the way to downtown and hustle ourselves inside the hushed, darkened interior of the bar where the event is being held, it’s almost dark outside. The Golden Compass, the bar in question, is high-end and nautical themed, draped sumptuous ruby carpet and navy leather booths. It’s got a gold countertop that runs the length of the bar, and a matching gold backsplash behind that, with many kinds of fine rum on display.

I take Emma’s hand, wandering forward into the bar. We are late, for sure; a couple of the bartenders are talking to the group about setting up a wine tasting. There’s barely any room left behind the last couple of bartenders to cram in, but my height and size make people shift over enough that we both fit in.

One of the guys who’s talking to the group, looks over my way. He’s so hip, he’s almost dressed like a circus performer, complete with the handlebar mustache. “Well, well! Look who made it.”

Heads turn to take in my presence. I elbow my way through the crowd, making sure that Emma stays with me. I shake hands with him.

“Jethro, man. I don’t know if I have already told you, but I love this space.”

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