Page 70 of Wicked Surrender

“What, Laura? Tell me. Be a bad guy and tell me.”

She shook her head, her eyes so lidded with lust. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

I grinned, swiping long, lazy licks up until I swirled the tip of my tongue around her clit, then flicked at it. I was on board with that. Talking about that lame dumbass she’d dumped wasn’t what I wanted to hear about. I didn’t even want to talk, content to eat her sweet cunt until she’d cry out my name.

“I want to focus.” She moaned. “Like you said. Focus.”

I stared at her, pulling back to say, “Focus on me.”

“I am. I…” She frowned. “I can’t think about anything else.”

“Good.” I dove back down, fucking her with my mouth until she came. Squirts of her arousal spurred me on to lap it all up, rewarded by her crying out loudly and then moaning my name.

Not loud enough.

She had to give me more.

I stood, keeping my fingers in her so I could watch every second of her orgasm crashing through her. Her inner walls spasmed as I continued finger fucking her, but it was the bliss on her face that was my undoing.

Not pain, but pleasure.

“You focus on how fucking good I make you feel.” Adding a third finger made her mouth open in a perfectOagain.

“So good.”

“You like me licking your cunt?” I asked, caressing her breast as I stared down at her splayed on the table.

“Yeah. I do.”

“You’re a fucking bad girl,” I taunted, “letting me touch you like this.”

She moaned, putting her hand over mine on her breast and squeezing it.

“Fuck.”

She had no clue how hot she was.

“You like being a bad little slut for me?” I growled, leaning down to kiss her and giving her a taste of herself.

She sucked my tongue in and started pushing her hips to ride my hand.

She’d come already and still wanted more.

“What do you need? Do you want my cock deep inside your pussy?”

She mewled a sexy sound as she lay back. With her long, black hair splayed out on the pale wood, she looked just like what I’d always imagined. Like a messed-up good girl. Another conquest. One more innocent ruined.

But she wasn’t that angelic, so rabid for my cock like this.

“Fuck me, Jason,” she begged. “I want that big dick in me. Make me sore. Bruise me so I’ll remember it when I walk tomorrow.”

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, unzipping and shoving my shorts down to free my cock. Hearing her talk as dirty as I did was my undoing. I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to. I’d pushed myself as far as I could in terms of restraint.

I dragged her lower to the edge of the table, and without any more foreplay, without any other planning, I notched my cockhead at her entrance. The wide head pushed in, stretching her, and she shivered and moaned.

“Oh, fuck. Please.” She still held my hand on her chest, but I moved it up until I wrapped my fingers around her throat.

“You want me to stretch your cunt and fill you?” I reveled in the trust she gave me. As I gripped her throat just to anchor my hand there, not choking her, she clutched my forearm and nodded.

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