Page 50 of Bad Behavior

He leans down, cupping one breast and pulling the nipple to his mouth. I immediately groan at the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on my flesh. He rolls it around with his tongue, then bites it very carefully, almost like he’s testing me.

“Ahh!” I gasp. “You can do it harder.”

He smirks, looking up at me. “Permission noted.”

Then he elbows me aside, lying down. I look at him a little quizzically, but in the next second he lifts me onto his body, so that I’m straddling him. He angles me so that he’s planted face first between my breasts, and my bare ass is in the air. I’m a little shocked at how easily he picked me up, but he clearly has other things on his mind.

He licks the skin between my breasts with his tongue, then pulls one nipple into his mouth. I moan as he bites it and sucks it, alternating pain and pleasure for me. His hands wander down to my hips, bunching up my slip. He runs his hands over my ass, groaning when he finds that I am bare underneath the slip.

He releases my breast with a wet pop, looking up at me. “Fuck. You’re not wearing any panties. Do you know how much that turns me on?”

I blush, slowly shaking my head. “Uh uh.”

He pushes my hips down until my pussy is pressed directly against his cock through his unbuttoned jeans. We both groan as he bucks up against me. He runs his hand through my hair, fisting it, and uses his hand on my hip to guide me just where he wants me.

I gasp silently as he lifts his hips and bears down on me, his denim-clad cock almost touching my clit. He starts kissing and licking my neck, using my hair as a tool to move my head to his liking. He sucks the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, bucking his hips up, and my eyes roll back into my head.

“Fuck!” I cry. “Jameson—”

He’s not satisfied with that, though. He releases me, pushing me off of his lap. I’m left breathing hard. He gets up and starts to peel his jeans off.

“Clothes off,” he commands. I instantly obey, starving for more of what I know he’s going to give me. Lifting my arms over my head, I raise the slip up and over my head.

When I get the slip off, I’m taken aback for a moment by the image of Jameson, completely naked. He’s all muscle, his cock juts proud out… and right now, he’s looking at me like he’s going to consume me.

He cocks his head for a second, holding something up. A condom. He crinkles the wrapper, tearing it, and rolls it on like a pro. I’m on an IUD, so I don’t really need the condom, but it’s very much appreciated.

He climbs onto the bed, dragging me down to lie beneath him, and he starts kissing my neck again. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, long and hot and throbbing. He sucks at my neck, my breasts, and then he moves lower.

I don’t know if I can even handle his mouth on my clit, but he passionately kisses my thighs and my knees. His scruff tickles in the best way. I open my legs wide for him, spreading my thighs. He makes a growling sound as he kisses my clit, and my whole body is suddenly alive with electric sensation.

“Oh my god!” I cry out, my hands burying in his hair.

Already, I’m bucking my hips against his mouth, desperate for more. He closed his mouth around my clit and sucks on it in long pulls, each one sending ripples of sensation up my spine. My toes curl as he brings his hand up to my pussy and introduces one thick finger. He ever so slowly pushes his finger inside as he circles my clit with his tongue.

I come suddenly, clenching and crying out. His tongue slows, helping me ride out my orgasm. Soon though, he climbs up my body, kissing me hard. I taste the faint flavor of my own juices on his tongue and shudder.

He pulls back a little bit, grasping his cock and positioning himself just so. The blunt tip of his cock presses against my pussy, and I still for just a second. I’m busy looking at his cock, trying to understand how the hell it’s going to fit inside me. He pushes inside the barest inch. I cry out from pleasure and pain all at once.

Jameson glances down at me, biting his lip. “You’re so tight, Em.”

I’m honestly not sure if that’s a good thing or not, judging by his face alone. He looks like he’s trying to defuse a bomb or something. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling at him a little, urging him onward.

He closes his eyes and pushes himself inside, inch by slow inch. I feel like he’s stretching me out, little by little, filling me up and touching every single part of me. It’s uncomfortable, even though I’m wet. Maybe due to his size, or maybe due to the fact that I’ve never been penetrated before.

When he is finally inside me to the hilt, he opens his eyes, staring down at me with the most intense black-brown gaze I’ve ever experienced.

I look him right in the eye, realizing in that moment that I’m in love with him. I don’t care that his dick is so big that it hurts a little; I’m too busy being stupidly, dumbly in love with Jameson.

I reach up to pull his mouth down to mine, tenderly kissing him. He kisses me back, starting to move his body, withdrawing his cock and then thrusting back in.

“Ahhh, that’s so good,” he mutters, raising himself up so that he can see our bodies joined together. “Fuck, Emma. God, you’re so damned beautiful.”

He grabs my wrists and pulls them up above my head, working his thick cock in and out. I dig my heels into his upper back as he starts kissing and biting my neck again. I start to forget the discomfort, focusing instead on the pleasure of his lips on my skin, the wonderful weight of his body against mine.

I moan as he releases my hands in order to palm my breasts. It feels natural to wrap my arms around him, to lightly rake my fingernails down his back.

Jameson suddenly withdraws from me, flipping me over. He guides me to my hands and knees, positioning his cock at my entrance before he plunges back inside.

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