Page 52 of Bad Reputation

He looks me up and down, his gaze dark and piercing. It seems like he sees right into my very soul. I feel almost shy, like I should have worn more than this skimpy dress, but it doesn’t matter. He grabs my hands when I try to cover myself, then pulls me onto his lap.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he growls into my ear. I moan and shift to straddle his big body, moving closer any way I can.

I flush hot all over. Straddling him like this, it’s impossible not to feel his hardened cock through his jeans. It feels long and thick and perfect. I get a flash of how good it will feel inside my pussy, stretching me out and making me writhe in ecstasy.

“Maybe,” I whisper. The air in the room feels too hot on my skin, too heavy.

“You definitely don’t,” he says, sliding his hand into my hair and bringing me down to meet his lips. I enjoy the little bit of pain as he grips my hair, controlling me.

I kiss him, enjoying the warmth rising up from his body. He moves down to kiss my neck, which makes me shudder with pleasure. He squeezes one of my breasts, his movements lazy and slow. My body burns for his, the fire spreading first between my breasts and then down between my legs.

I rock my hips against his, craving his touch. My breasts, my ass, my pussy… they’re all aflame, and his magic touch is the only thing that will soothe the insistent burn. I slide my hand down my belly. He sucks in a breath as my hand creeps down between our bodies.

“Not so fast,” he says, using his grip on my hair to pull my head back. “I want you to get off my lap and get naked.”

I bite my lip, pushing off of him. He releases my hair and gets up.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now get naked. And sit on the edge of the bed. I’ll be right back.”

He disappears, leaving me to strip down. I take off my dress, shimmying out of it and dropping it to the floor. I hesitate, then unhook my bra and take that off. I wait for a second to see if Jameson will reappear, but he doesn’t.

So I take a seat on the bed, placing my ass on the very edge of the bed. He comes back in the room, a silky black bag in his hands. He closes the door behind himself, giving me a wicked smile. He sets the bag down beside me and looks at me, like a big cat contemplating his prey.

His eyes are everywhere on my naked skin. They feel like a caress, hot and heavy. He opens the shiny black bag, withdrawing a popsicle, lube… and a smooth purple dildo, about three inches long. My eyes go wide.

“A dildo?” I say. The very idea of him using that on me makes me squirm. “Aren’t you supposed to want to be the only dick in this bedroom?”

“Cute.” He grins. He tosses the dildo on the bed, pulling his t-shirt off over his head. He looks appreciatively at my naked body, at my perky nipples.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” he says, coming over to stand between my legs. “Just be with me, Emma.”

He tears the wrapper off the popsicle, revealing the flavor. It is bright cherry red. He puts his mouth on it, mmming a little for my benefit. The he pulls it out of his mouth with a pop, holding it out to me. I hesitantly stick out my tongue, shivering at how cold and sweet it is.

He kneels down on the floor between my knees, sucking on the popsicle. I can’t help but stare at him, at the way his mouth and throat work as he sucks on the popsicle so intently.

“It’s sweet,” he says, his eyes full of dark promise. “But not as sweet as you.”

He kisses me, the fruity flavor of the popsicle still on his tongue. Then he pulls back, brushing the popsicle over the tip of my breast. I gasp. He follows the cold of the popsicle with the heat of his mouth, using his tongue.

I moan, vaguely aware of how needy he’s making me, and thrust my chest out. The hot and cold sensations are so opposite, raising goosebumps across my skin. I can feel everything so much more sharply, with laser precision, as he abrades my nipple with his tongue.

I cry out. He pushes me back on the bed, bringing the popsicle down lower. I buck once, and he stops and looks up at me.

“Don’t move. Don’t make a sound, or I will stop. Do you understand?”

My oversexed brain make me sit up and stare at him like an idiot.

“am I not clear?” he says.

“No, you were,” I say.

“Good. That’s the last I want to hear from you,” he says, pushing me back down. He kisses my inner thigh, and I have to grip the sheets, trying desperately not to squirm or moan.

His tongue follows the popsicle to my belly button, to my hip bone, then down between my legs. I bite my lower lip, struggling to lie still. By the time he brushes the popsicle over my clit, I am ready to scream from the anticipation he has built up inside me.

The popsicle disappears, tossed aside somewhere. He knows my body, he knows that I’m ready to burst. He takes his time about making me cum though. He slowly licks and sucks at my clit until I am panting, trying not to beg as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from my flesh.

He stops for a second, and I audibly whine. He moves to retrieve the dildo. I freeze up a little but before I can protest, he returns to lick my clit in slow, lazy circles.

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