Page 72 of Bad Behavior

“Are you going to come for me again?”

“Yes,” I say, almost breathless.

I continue to press against him, harder and more demanding. He still doesn’t let me move, exactly.

Jameson is ready to explode. I can tell by the fact that he’s bucking his hips a little each time I grind against him.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks, working his hand into my hair. He grasps it tightly, giving him the illusion of control.

“More than anything,” I gasp.

“Ask nicely,” he say as he runs his fingers up my thigh, making me shiver.

“Please let me fuck you,” I say.

“Are you going to fuck me right, like a good girl?” he ask.

I pause, but only for a second. “Yes.”

“Say it, then.”

“I’m going to fuck you like a good girl,” I say. My juices start to pool around his cock. “Come on…”

“Say it one more time,” he say. With all his strength, he presses me down hard onto him. “Tell me who is in charge.”

“You’re in charge,” I moan. “And I’ll fuck you right, like a good girl.”

“Go on then.”

He releases my hips. I go wild, my yelps punctuating by thrusts as I ride him. I rub my clit against his taut stomach.

Just as I feel him release inside me, I let out that now-familiar cry of my own orgasm.

“So good,” I whisper, over and over. “Jameson, it feels so good.”

I stay on top of him until every last wave of my orgasm has faded. We’re still in body-to-body contact when I sit up, looking at him. My voice is soft when I finally speak.

“We have to figure this stuff out,” I say.

Jameson kisses me, hard and deep and slow. I can feel him start to get hard while he’s still inside me.

“Later,” he insists. He grabs my hands, pulling them behind my back. “I need you, right now.”

And fool that I am, I let him get away with it. I groan and rock against him, still needing him.

I think that I will always need him.

He flips me over, so that I’m underneath his big body, and we are both lost once more.

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