Page 14 of Merry Me Bad Boy

“Your smile kills me,” he groans as he pulls me closer. He bounces his leg once and I feel that thump go straight through my body. “Never stop.”

I won’t. I can’t keep my smile off my face if I tried hard enough. Nodding my head to his words, I get chills when his hands move away from my hips and slide up the curve of my back.

The sweater I’m wearing is now a regrettable wardrobe choice. I’m sweltering here.

When his hands slip beneath the thick fabric, the heat I feel doubles. I’m going to have to look for burn marks from the way his fingers leave a trail.

Squirming, I can feel his body responding similarly to my own. There’s no hiding the arousal pushing against my thighs.

Oh, that chocolate sounds pretty good right now. Even without the sweet treat, would he let me taste him?

Jason frowns when I pull away from his exploring hands. Looking like a kid who dropped his ice cream cone, his brows lift when he watches me stand on my wobbly legs. Then his frown is back when I sink down to my knees.

His thighs feel strong beneath my palms as I run them up across his jeans.

“Abby, no, you don’t–”

“I want to,” I interrupt him, “pleaseJason.”

He curses under his breath, shaking his head. “How am I supposed to tell you no now?”

He curls his fingers around the edge of the table like he needs his own restraint.

Does he think he’ll make me nervous if he uses his hands?

Shrugging without a lick of fear crossing my path, I reach for his belt and tug on the worn leather. Need to return the favor for the pleasure he gave me himself. That, and Ireallywant to taste him. If I taste sweet, I know well enough this man will be salty.

My mouth waters at the thought. I’m quick to pull out his cock. Once I have my fingers wrapped nicely around him, I’m left staring.

“You’re killing me,” he groans. When I lift my gaze for only a moment, I’m quick to see this man is capable of going red as well.

“Sorry, you are just a little more than I was expecting,” I mumble as I drag my eyes back down.

Good to know I can still make this man laugh even when I am making him suffer.

I suppose he is a bigger-sized guy, so I shouldn’t be surprised. Still, I hope I can make him feel like I had. With the way he’s watching me, yeah, no pressure at all.

Flattening my tongue against the tip, I taste the start of that salty flavor I’m suddenly craving. Right back to looking up, my sex clenches at the heavy-lidded look he is giving me.

I’ve barely evenstarted.

Fighting off a smile, I place a gentle kiss against the tip before drawing him into my mouth. Hearing this man groan, I’m left pushing my legs together. Okay, I get it now. Even I’m getting hot and bothered.

“Fuck, Abby.” Jason shakes his head, running a hand down his face. “Fuck.”

I’m taking that as a compliment. Especially when he drops his hand from his mouth and plunges it into my hair. The moan that leaves his lips goes straight through me. So hoarse and painful sounding.

Squeezing his legs, I feel the weight of his palm and the pull of his fingers.

I’m weak for this man, watching him come undone as his length slides across my tongue.

“That tongue of yours is going to be my downfall, sweet girl.” His brows pinch together as he watches his own control like he’s riding in the backseat. “Next time, I swear I’ll coat your throat. Right now, I need more.”

I gasp when he pulls my head back, leaving me panting. Lips swollen and my jaw aching, I immediately swipe up any left over taste of him.

He kisses me, rougher than before. Like he doesn’t mind the fact that his cock was just in my mouth, he sucks the next breath right out of me before pulling away with a new look.

“If you don’t want me putting you over a table, will you accept an air mattress?” he asks, his breath uneven. “I need to get my cock inside you, sweet girl.”

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