Page 42 of Bad Behavior

Emma hurries to hook two fingers in the waistband of her panties. She only now seems to realize that my cock has been freed from my towel, and she looks at me with her eyes gone wide. Maybe she she’s never seen such a big cock before. Regardless, I don’t have time for her to gawk.

Impatient, I lean over and grab her panties, yanking them down her legs. I toss them aside, my gaze riveted on the thin strip of hair that leads down to her pussy. My cock stands at attention as I reach out to smooth my touch across her stomach and her hipbones.

I stand up, stroking my cock for a second. I enjoy looking down at her, seeing her blush, seeing her attempts to cover herself with her hands. I want her wild and wanton, her head thrown back as she enjoys herself a little. I want to see her toes curl, I want to be the name that she calls out when she’s about to cum.

I want it all, and I want to remember it forever.

So I stifle my impatience and pull her knees to the edge of the bed. “Have you fantasized about this? About me, fucking you until you scream?”

Emma’s eyes go wide. She looks up at me, her eyes alight with anticipation. “Y-yes..”

I squeeze her knee. “Dirty girl. I want you to show me exactly what you do when you think of me. Touch your tits, spread those legs. I want to see you play with your clit.”

She flushes bright red, which I love. “Jameson…”

“Do what I ask, and I will finish you off with my mouth. I am desperate for a taste of that pussy.” I issue it as a challenge and offer it like a reward, but I know that it’s really me that will be enjoying her reward. I wait with bated breath for her to decide.

She takes the bait. Closing her eyes, she bites her lower lip and caresses both of her tits, pulling them each to a fine point.

“Fuck,” I utter. “You’re so fucking hot, Emma. I like the way you play with your tits.”

My cock demands attention, so I give my cock a gentle stroke, tip to root. I’m so sensitive right now, watching Emma as she tentatively spreads her thighs. When she reveals her perfectly pink pussy, already glistening with her juices, I slow my touch even more.

Normally I would just go as hard as possible, balls to the wall, but I’m almost sure that I’ll spill before she does. I don’t want that.

As I watch, she spreads her pussy wide with two fingers, exposing her clit to me. I bite my lower lip. She uses her other hand to gently brush the pad of a finger over her clit. Her brow puckers, her eyes closed hard.

I can’t decide where I should be looking, and my eyes keep bouncing around from her tits back to her pussy.

“Mmm, it feels good,” she murmurs. “I won’t last very long.”

That, I think, is my cue. I kneel at the edge of the bed, resting my hands on the insides of her thighs. Her eyes open like a lazy cat’s, so green that they pin me in place for a second. I bend down and brush a kiss on the inside of her knee.

Her fingers keep working, slowly caressing her clit. I trail my lips up toward her pussy, listening to her soft sighs, pushing her thighs open more and more. Finally I close my lips over her clit, pushing away her hands. She tastes fucking incredible. Just like honey, with a deeper undertone of musk and excitement.

“Ohhhh god,” she says. “That feels so damn good.”

I alternate between sucking rhythmically and swirling my tongue around her clit. I draw her legs over my shoulders, and she starts moving against my mouth, hungry for more. She grows vocal all of the sudden, little ohs and mmms pouring out of her mouth, her head thrown back into the pillows.

This, this moment is exactly what I wanted. My cock aches, more than ready to be inside her. But I ignore it, focusing on Emma, on what she so clearly wants and needs right now. I swirl my tongue, thinking about whether or not to introduce my fingers to the mix.

It’s too late for that, though. She stiffens, bearing down, and I know she’s going to come even before she says it.

“Oh god… oh god, I’m going to… FUCK! Jameson!!”

She comes in pulses, writhing against my tongue. Hearing my name on her lips when she’s at the brink feels good, though of course I am right here… I’m face level with her clenching, needy pussy. I know that I could stand up and plunge inside her, that thrusting all the way in would satisfy the soul-deep ache that Emma causes.

It would wreck me, probably. Wreck us both, maybe forever.

I’m very, very tempted. God knows, we both want it enough.

I continue swirling my tongue gently until she pulls away, too sensitive for any more contact. Then I carefully disentangle myself from her. She reaches for me, and I give her a long, deep kiss.

One of her hands brushes my cock, hesitant. I close my eyes, picturing what would happen if I allowed her to pull me down, if I let her touch my aching cock. I imagine my release, our shared release, would be so amazing…

My phone starts to ring though, and I yank myself back. What the hell am I doing?

“Wait—” she begins to say.

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