Page 67 of Bad Behavior

“Please,” she whispers.

“Please, what?” I murmur, but I don’t look up at her. “Tell me what you want. Quietly.”

“Come on,” she says, needy. She pushes her center toward my face.

“Tell me what you want,” I repeat.

She gripped my hair tighter. “Rip my panties off,” she says.

I release her thighs just long enough to oblige. The chill in the air instantly hit the warm wetness of her center, and I can faintly catch the scent of Emma’s warm body in the air just around her.

“Now?” I ask.

“Yes!” she insists, writhing.

“And then what?” I ask, and blow lightly on her clit.

“I want you to lick my… my clit,” she whispers. A glance up at her tells me her cheeks are on fire.

Immediately, my tongue is on her clit. Without the buffer of the lace between my tongue and her pussy, the pleasure hits hard. She closed her eyes and lifted her head upward.

“What else do you want?” I ask between kisses and sucks.

“Put your finger in me,” she demands.

I laugh quietly at her change in tone. I released one thigh and easily slid a thick finger through her wetness, until I slide it deep into her pussy. She moans and presses against it.

“Two fingers,” she murmurs, biting her lip. I slip a second finger into her warmth.

Emma opens her eyes and she looked down at me. The power of having her telling me exactly how to fuck her is intoxicating. She starts to play with her breasts, to pinch her nipples.

“Here,” she says. She takes my hand that still grips a thigh and brings it to her breasts. I start to roll one nipple back and forth between my fingers.

“Yes,” she says, and spreads her thighs wider. I like seeing her like this, naked and splayed out and begging for me to give her pleasure. “My G-spot,” she says, her voice shaking. “Hit my G-spot.”

I shift a little and try to hit the spongy patch just inside her, making a come here gesture. In seconds, she is bucking her hips against my face, covering her own mouth with her hand to keep from making noise.

Emma is so close to coming, I can taste it and feel it. I slow my movements, stilling my hand. I want to feel her come on my cock, greedy as that is. I kiss her inner thigh, and she makes a frustrated sound.

“God, get up here and fuck me,” she says, her words angry.

“I think you’re starting to like telling me what to do too much,” I tease, pulling her down instead. “I’m going to fuck you from behind, and you’re going to get off on being silent. Isn’t that right?”

Emma’s eyes go wide and she nods.

“Good girl.” I spend a second shucking my clothes, and then get back on my knees. Emma bites her lip and admires my swollen cock. She reaches for it, but I pull away.

“Uh-uh,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m in charge now. Get on your hands and knees.”

She gets onto all fours, watching me from over her shoulder. Her ass and pussy are right there, waiting for me. I can’t say that I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.

“Fuck me now,” she demands.

I smack her ass, hard. “Quiet. Any more noise, and I will punish you.”

The excitement I see in her eyes at my words is almost too much. I grip her hips, positioning my cock at her entrance, and bury myself deep inside with a silent shudder.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispers. I smack her again, then grab a fistful of her hair.

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