Page 93 of The Best Kind of Bad

“I guess that makes it a first for both of us.”

She grins, biting that lip so hard her teeth dimple its plush surface. “Think you can handle that, cowboy?”

“Honestly? No. I’m one spark away from combusting right here on the spot.” I lean my forehead against hers. “But I’m damn sure going to try.”

61.

Marnie

Not giving me a chance to respond to that, Dusty plants his big hand between my breasts and eases me onto my back.

His hands slide up my thighs, fingertips pressing into my skin, making me feel his touch muscle deep. He slips my panties down my legs, leaving me naked before him. Weaving his arms under my legs, he tugs my thighs up onto his shoulders, bracing my hips with his hands.

Lowering, his nose draws a soft line across my hip, skimming down between my legs. He drags his broad tongue down my center and back up again. My fingers weave through his hair, twining the soft strands between them.

He moves his lips to my clit, sealing it off. He sucks gently, making my hips buck slowly. I press on the back of his head and he sucks harder, dragging a strangled whimper from my chest. Easing up on my clit, he moves back down to my center, dipping his tongue inside. He growls in approval. “You taste so good, baby girl.”

He turns his head, biting my thigh. “I dream about this, you know.”

He inserts a finger, sliding it in to his knuckle. “Look at me when I’m eating you out, baby.”

I push myself up on shaky elbows, forcing myself to meet those fierce blue eyes. He smirks at me. “Good girl.”

Those words make me feel giddy and happy.

It’s a little silly, but so fucking sexy. A smile curves my lips.

He moves his tongue back to my clit, fluttering it there like a bird’s wing. My head droops back.

“Eyes on me.” He says, voice somehow dropping an octave. He waits until I’m looking. “I want to watch your face when you come.”

I laugh, hot and bothered and frustrated. “Such confidence.”

“Is that a challenge?”

It’s not. I know he’s more than capable.

His hand smooths up my stomach. “Fifteen seconds, flat.”

I laugh. “I’d like to see that.”

I really would.

Nobody’s counting, but there’s not a need. He moves his mouth between my legs. Pushing two fingers inside, he fucks me with them, while attacking my clit with his tongue. In just a few heartbeats, I’m coming around his fingers, shaking thighs squeezing down on his shoulders. He groans quietly, tongue lapping up the wetness he’s wrung from me.

He prowls forward, a smug, but well-earned smile on his face. Hooking his arm under my waist, he drags me to the middle of the bed and pushes my thighs apart.

I’m still coming down. My body is a Marnie shaped puddle of tingling nerves and limp muscles. I let him push my thighs even wider, slowly become aware of the fact that he’s shaking too.

This is something neither of us has done.

Considering my age, maybe that’s a bit remarkable. But I’ve never been in a place where I would even consider it.

So, I won’t judge Dusty for being a little shaky.

I think I’m shaking, too.

His hips settle between my thighs, letting some of his weight press me down into the bed. I can feel his tip nudging between my folds. He draws me into his arms, kissing the corner of my mouth before pressing his lips against mine. Parting my lips with his tongue, he slowly pushes his tongue and his hips forward at the same time, groaning into my mouth.

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