Page 25 of Bad Men

“Keep going?” I dipped a little deeper between her legs where the hot pool of her arousal was spilling down her ass crack. I eased one finger into her hole and pumped back and forth in slow, rhythmic thrusts. “I can stop.”

Mia’s head rocked even as she squeezed her eyes closed and moaned. “Please … please don’t.”

I knew what she meant, but I nuzzled the line of her tensing jaw beneath my lips with the invasion of a second finger.

“Don’t stop? Or don’t continue? Because...” I pinched her nipple with my free hand, “I can stop if you don’t—”

“Don’t you dare stop!” she growled at me with a strong emphasis on the hard clench of her fingers around my dick.

I would have winced if I hadn’t been amused. My fingers continued their rhythmic thrusting, getting lost a little myself with how tight she was. It would be a snug fit once I got my cock in there. I almost couldn’t wait.

But all good things had to come to an end. I extracted my fingers from her channel and raised them to her lips.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?” I asked.

There was no answer from her, except to part the pink folds and accept the digits I eased across her tongue, and I was taken back to earlier when I was in there and the things her tongue could do to a man.

My free hand took up the ruler.

It caught the inside of her thigh with a snap that wasn’t meant to hurt or leave marks. I would never hurt her that way. I would never cause her the kind of pain that she wouldn’t enjoy. I may not have been gentle, but I wasn’t a sadist ... completely.

Mia flinched. Her knee attached to the thigh now a rosy pink jerked. Her fingers tightened around my cock. I did wince this time.

“Easy, sweetheart,” I murmured into her ear. “You’re going to want him later.”

Mia giggled, but loosened her hold. “You told me to hold on.” Her head started lifting off my shoulder. “What are you using—?”

“Ah!” I chided, cupping her throat and forcing her back. “No peeking.”

She chuckled but didn’t press. Her eyes went back to the ceiling.

Part of me wished we had ice. The stinging sensations would have felt so much better with something cold to go with it. Next time, I told myself.

I landed a few more blows on her thighs, her breasts, her pussy, each time following it up with soothing strokes of my fingers and gentle kisses to her cheek, jaw, and neck. Her lips were a soft pink that reminded me of the lips on her face. It made me want to slip my tongue between them and taste her clit until she was coming in my mouth, but a better thought came to me with the distinct click of the front door opening and Luis’s voice filling the house.

“Your dad’s home,” I murmured gruffly into her ear. Two fingers forced their way inside her and pound with brutal ferocity, slapping hard against her sensitive mound. Her cry was muffled by the hand I closed over her mouth. “Shh.”

“Mia?” Luis’s voice flowed up the stairs and Mia whimpered under my palm.

“You better answer him,” I taunted, fucking her harder with my fingers. “Or he might try to get in.”

“Mia?” I heard the bottom step creak under an ascending weight.

“He’s coming up, Mia.” I smirked against the warmth of her cheek, just before I removed the barrier muffling her sounds.

“Davien, no!” She tried to catch the sob between her teeth, but it hit the room like a bomb. “Please...”

“Please what?” I growled.

“I’m close!” she pleaded, body driving down hard to meet every one of my thrusts. “Please … please don’t let him...”

Another left her throat, this one a snarling whimper.

“Don’t let him what? Hear you?” I pinched and twisted her nipple, making her wheeze as her pussy fluttered around my fingers. “Don’t you want him to know how good this feels? How much you like it?” I rocked against her mound with the heel of my hand, urging her to reach the cliff faster, an act that had her head swinging wildly from side to side. “You should answer him then.”

“Everything all right up there?”

Wheezing as if she’d just finished a marathon, Mia fought to answer around the climax I could feel building inside her. It was so close, she was barely hanging on by a thread.

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