Page 59 of The Best Kind of Bad

I oblige, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“Good girl.” He rumbles, thrusting the first few inches past my lips, over my tongue. He groans with pleasure. “That mouth of yours, baby. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I suck hard, hollowing out my cheeks, and he grunts. “Ah. Fuck.”

Taking as much of him as I can, his tip sails over the back of my tongue, invading the back of my throat. My hands make up for what I can’t fit. One hand strokes his shaft, the other cups his balls, gently squeezing. He curses, tangling his fingers in my hair. He pulls my hair when I increase the suction, losing control for a moment.

And fuck, if that isn’t sexy. This big, beautiful man coming undone and I’m the one holding the power.

Realizing he’s tugging my hair pretty hard, he relents, running thick fingers along my scalp, massaging and showering me with praise. “My perfect girl. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Never wanted to go back again and again. I won’t ever get enough of this sweet mouth.”

I run my tongue along his tip, dragging it down his length. When I pop him back into my mouth, I relax my throat and take him deep. He grunts, shaken off his center again. He holds my head in his hands, hips thrusting a few times, powerful and urgent, before easing up with a shaky breath. “I’m trying to hold back. But you’re so good, Marnie. Too good.”

I pull him out of my mouth and swirl my tongue around his tip. “Don’t hold back. I want to see what you’ve got.”

He shrugs his shirt off. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

I’m fascinated by the round drop forming at his tip.

“Marnie?”

“Yes.”

“Good enough for me.” He kicks his pants and boxers off. I’m momentarily overwhelmed. He’s naked. Gloriously naked. Wide shoulders. Strong arms. Those ridiculous abs.

And then he’s hauling me up and dragging me back onto the bed.

38.

Dusty

I want to map out this body. See what happens when I kiss here. When I drag my tongue over there. I press my lips to her ankle, prowling forward, little by little. She’s practically shaking under me, twitching and trembling under my touch. I kiss the inside of her knee, dragging my tongue messily up her thigh. These panties are somehow casual and elegant at the same time. Like she’s some sort of rare, expensive creature. I run my nose along the inside of her hip, finding that little sunflower at the top of the curve. I nip at it, lips pressing against it, and she sucks in a breath, hips dipping, only to flutter up and down with her racing breath. Pressing my palm just above her apex, I drag it upwards, spreading my fingers out, dimpling her soft skin as I press upwards. My hand stops between those soft breasts, feeling the way her heart races under my palm.

With my hand anchored above me, I tug her panties to the side and kiss her, letting my breath, and my tongue drag from her center up to that little bundle of nerves. Suctioning my lips there, I tease it, soothing the flesh with a few flicks of my tongue, before increasing the suction again. She’s squirming under me. Telling me she can’t take it, but tangling her fingers in my hair and pressing me closer. “Dusty.” She whimpers. “I need more.”

“You want to feel me moving inside you, baby?”

“Yes.Please.”

That word, said with that breathy, shaky voice, has my attention. My head jerks up and I’m staring at her. I feel my control slipping, overtaken by a deep need. Something primal. A little dark.

I’ve never felt this way with another person. It scares me a little. I’m worried I’ll be too rough.

I’m afraid it will never be enough.

But the powerful need sweeping through my muscles sweeps aside those concerns, powering me forward. I snag a condom from the nightstand and slip it on.

And then I’m settling over her. Sliding my knee between her legs, I force one thigh to the side. Then the other. My cock is quivering over her belly, twitching with urgency. Her eyes are locked onto mine, that rare color, like liquid gold. They burn me. Set me on fire.

Her arms weave under mine, fingers drawing up along my ribs, clinging to my back. She’s tugging at me, urging me on, but she doesn’t know about the hunger raging through my veins. That all it would take is a little nudge for me to tip over.

“Fuck me, Dusty. Please.” There’s a sly look in her eye. She’s figured out how to push my buttons.

I slant my lips over hers, using a slow, lingering kiss to anchor me to my better self. And then my tip is nudging between those folds, slipping inside. She’s pulling on my back. Her ankles lock around my waist and I let her drag me deeper. “Fuck, Marnie, you feel so good. So perfect.” I tug her bra up, cupping her soft flesh. “So tight. The way you grip me.”

“Might have something to do with that big cock of yours.”

She’s full of surprises. Hearing those dirty words on her sweet tongue is like pouring gasoline on a fire. “Too big?”

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