Page 118 of The Bad Girl List

He leans down and begins to suck. He takes first one nipple, then the other, his hands taking over for his mouth as he moves back and forth between my breasts. I’m throbbing between my legs, aching for him. I wind my fingers in his hair.

“Trevor,” I whisper.

He drops to his knees, dragging his mouth down my middle. His tongue dips into my belly button, making me shiver. His mouth continues its trip downward. Feather light kisses cover the tender skin where my new tattoo is. He drags his tongue across my skin and nips at my stomach as he peels my thong away from my body.

He leans back, eyes taking me in as he tosses the panties aside. I love being seen by him, love the way his eyes track every millimeter of my body.

“So fucking beautiful.” He looks up at me, dark eyes locking on mine. “You’re fucking beautiful, Dom.”

I lean forward to kiss him, pushing away from the glass, but he stops me. “No.” One hand splays over my breast, pinning me against the slider. With his other hand, he pushes my legs apart. He probes my opening, making me burn as he slides two fingers inside. I am dripping for him.

He pumps his fingers in and out, hard and fast, watching me as my breaths shorten. Sweat beads my skin, tension coiling.

“Trevor, I want you inside me.”

He pinches a nipple in response. Then bends forward and licks me, tongue curling over my clit.

I jerk as a rush of sensations throttle me. I am burning. I can’t think, I can’t breathe, all I can do is wind my fingers into Trevor’s hair as he swipes his tongue through my folds.

“You taste so fucking good. I’ve wanted to taste you since the first night we met.” He stabs his tongue into me, thrusting in and out, his thumb working my clit.

“Trevor.” I moan his name, feeling myself tip over the edge. His head between my legs with him on his knees might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I want to watch you come. It’s so fucking hot.” He thrusts his tongue back inside me, licking me, tasting me, fucking me with his mouth. His thumb still massages my clit.

My head whips back against the glass as the orgasm takes me. I rock into his mouth, moaning as my body is wracked with waves of pleasure. He latches onto me, drinking me in as I come. I writhe into him, my hands fisting his hair.

When I’m finished, he lifts me in his arms and kisses me. I taste myself on his mouth as he sucks on my tongue. He carries me to his dresser and sets me on top of it.

“Trevor.” I whisper his name. “I want you.”

Dimly, I notice him rolling on a condom. I have no idea where it came from, but I’m glad one of us has enough sense to get one. He pulls me forward on the dresser, pushing his hips between my knees.

“Open your legs for me, Dom.”

His words send fire through me. I part my legs, opening them wide for him. He takes me in, dragging his gaze over my face, across my breasts, down my stomach, over my tattoo, and settling between my legs. He runs a finger through my exposed folds, massaging my clit. A shudder goes through my body as he rubs me.

“Not yet,” he says, pulling his hand away. “Put me inside you.”

I take his cock and position it, then slide forward just enough to take his tip inside me. I groan, wanting more, but if I scoot forward any more, I’ll fall off the dresser.

“More.” He grips my ass, lifting me up. “Take all of me.”

I brace my hands against the dresser and wrap my legs around him. As he holds me, I tilt my hips forward and slide down, taking his length into me. He fills me and stretches me in all the right ways. My head falls back and I moan as I connect with his pelvis.

“Fuck,” he breathes, digging his fingers into my ass as his eyes drink me in. “You feel so good.”

I kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth as I clamp around his cock. “I want you, Trevor,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck me.”

Still gripping my ass with my legs wrapped around him, he slams his hips into me. I dig my nails into his shoulders and press my heels into his back, arching to meet him. He slams into me a second time, going deep.

The third time he thrusts into me, he puts me back on top of the dresser. He winds a hand through my hair and brings his nose down so that we’re eye level.

“Keep your eyes open,” he says. “I want to see your eyes.”

He picks up his pace, spearing into me with hard, penetrating thrusts. I prop my feet on his hips, spreading my legs wide to give him full access. I want all of him deep inside me.

“Wider,” he growls. “Open them wider.”

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