Page 71 of Bad Behavior

“Sit.”

“I really—”

“Do it right now!” he barks. “Or I’ll punish you in ways that you haven’t even thought of yet.”

I feel my face begin to burn as I approach him, my knees shaking. I straddle his face awkwardly, facing away from him. I am so petite there is no more than an inch of space between my bare pussy and his mouth.

Still, I hold back. I don’t lower myself to his mouth, so Jameson closes the distance by darting his tongue into my center. That is all it takes.

I shudder and let out a moan as I lower onto his face. I readjust myself, leaning forward slightly. He directs my clit onto his tongue, and I moan as he swirls his tongue around my sensitive flesh.

Jameson grips my ass as I lean my hands on my thighs and begin to ride his face. He watches my tits bounce overhead, nipples hard, as I occasionally pinch and pull on them.

I close my eyes as I ride his face, with my only thoughts about the sheer pleasure he gives me.

When I shift a little, offering up my pussy, he dives his tongue as deeply inside me as he can. He groans, seeming delighted at the taste of me. As he fucks me with his tongue, I moan and bounce against his mouth.

Jameson grips me ass tighter. His tongue slips its way to the rim of my ass. I cry out his name as he circles the tight bud of my opening.

When it becomes too intense, I lean forward and present my clit to him once again.

“I’m almost there,” I say. “Jameson, I’m –”

“Come on my face,” he says. He barely gets the words out before I explode in a gush.

“Jameson!” I cry out. “Jameson…”

“You taste so good,” he murmurs, his hands wrapped around my thighs to keep me close. I moan and settled onto his face, grinding in slow circles.

“What about you…” I ask, distracted by the feeling of his lips against my inner thigh.

“I don’t know. This is pretty nice…” he says lazily.

I shake my head, crawling off of him.

“I want more. I want to feel you inside me,” I say. I bend down and run my hand along the outline of his cock through his pants. “What can I do to make that happen?”

He grins, chuckling as he kisses me. Then he gets serious, and I sense the tone change.

“Get on top,” he says. He starts unbuckling his belt, shove his pants down. I smile when his cock springs out of his pants. “Ride me.”

The ache is almost unbearable. I straddle him, taking his cock and running my thumb along the tip, slick with precum. I furrow my brow as I guide him in, still sensitive from riding his face.

He feels incredible, filling every inch of me until I can’t take any more. I watch his face as he slides home, and his expression is damn near reverent.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, his eyes dark. I withdraw a little, raising myself up again. He grabs me by the waist, pushing me down. I cry out as he fills me up, clenching on his cock.

He makes a strangled noise.

“Stay,” he whispers. “Just stay like this a minute.”

Jameson is completely inside me, and every instinct within me says to move. To bounce on his cock, to fuck him, to ride him until he fills me with his come. But this, this closeness, it overrode everything else.

My sensitivity vanishes. I put my hands on his chest and begin to writhe, my boots digging into the sides of his legs. I technically do as he said, but it’s much dirtier than that.

“Fuck, your body is so perfect. You want to fuck me?” he asks.

I look him in the eye, biting my lip and nodding.

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