Page 43 of One More Bad Boy

“You smell so good,” I murmured into her ear. I scraped her bra straps down, sliding the cups out of the way until her nipples were exposed. I’d wondered before what color they’d be. Not peach, not quite pink. The beauty of them was nameless.

I trailed lightly across her skin, circling her left breast, never touching her where she wanted me to. Amina groaned behind her tight teeth. Her ribs flared, chest expanding as she tried desperately to push her tit into my palm. “Touch me!” she gasped.

“Not yet,” I said, nuzzling her collar bone. “More kissing, first.”

“Wha—ah!” she cried out as my lips trapped her right nipple. Gently I suckled, my tongue creating patterns that pulled her skin taut. Amina writhed under me, her toes sticking into my thighs, her nails burying in my hair. It didn’t matter how she tried to force me to hurry up, though. I had a pace thatIwas determined to move at.

My eyes shot upwards across her chest. Amina was looking down on me with fascination. The slack shape of her mouth was a silent scream for more, more,more!I leveled my gaze, never breaking it as I drew two of my fingers between my lips and soaked them. Reaching over, I thumbed her slick nipple, gently tweaking it.

Her response was immediate. “Fuck!” she sobbed, shaking under me. My cock swelled in my underwear. Driven by her desire, I played with her nipples, alternating my fingers with my mouth, never leaving either of her tits alone. My light pulls became firm twists, but I never went too far—never did anything that would hurt her.

Amina was absorbed in how I toyed with her. Her cheek turned on my pillow, and I hoped it would smell like her for days.

Smoothly, I reached under her and undid her bra. Tossing it aside, I scooped up the elastic of her panties. Peeling them down her thighs, I slid with them until I was kneeling between her ankles, and she was naked before me.

The dress she’d worn had left tiny grooves on her ribs from the boning in it. I rolled my fingertips down the lines, letting them lead me to her navel. I kissed one hip, then the other, and each time she gasped out loud.

“You smell amazing,” I said huskily. “I can’t handle not knowing how you taste.”

“W—wait,” she argued, putting her knees together. “Not that.”

I stared, thinking she was being shy. “Don’t be selfish, I’m going crazy thinking about eating you out.”

Amina shook her head emphatically. “I can’t, please.”

Baffled by her argument, I rested my palm on her thigh. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.” What was she worried about? My mouth was watering from wanting to lick her sweet cunt. But I wasn’t going to force it. Lying two fingers in a V-shape on her pussy lips, I arched my eyebrows. “Fingering?”

She quirked a weak smile. “That’s fine, yeah.”

“Thank fucking god,” I growled. Kissing her knee, I put my fingers in my mouth to get them wet. I knew she was soaked, but I liked seeing the expectation burning in her stare as she watched me suck my own fingers.

Spreading her open, I swirled my thumb near her clit—not on it, just near. “That nice?”

She whimpered as she rocked her hips. “Yes.”

“And this?” I pushed the tips of two fingers gently inside of her, not going further. Her walls tried to draw me in—her moan was obscene.

“God, yes, keep going.”

My dick was so solid it could have punched through a paper bag. I jerked myself with my free hand, my fingers working into her cunt up to my knuckle. She squeezed me eagerly, begging for more.

“Fuck me,” she suddenly cried.

“Eager, are we?” I smirked.

“Bach, please, I’m ready.”

“I know.” Plunging my fingers deep into her pussy, I crooked them, rubbing the spongy surface of her roof. She clenched down, toes curling by my shoulders. “I can tell how ready you are, babe. This foreplay isn’t just for you, though.” My thumb grazed her swollen clit. “I get off on playing with you. Your body is stunning, everything about you is perfect.”

Amina was panting now. Her fingers buried in the blankets, her tendons tight. She was shaking all over as I drove her towards orgasm. When it hit, she squeezed my fingers so hard I wondered if my cockcouldfit inside of her. She was tight as hell. “So goood,” she groaned, pointing her tits towards the ceiling.

Breathing heavily, I slid my hand out. Amina saw me suckle her juices off my fingers. She blushed fiercely, then perked up when I leaned towards my bedside table. I withdrew a foil packet from inside.

The passion in her face glowed hotter as I pulled my briefs down my thighs. My shaft curved proudly. There was clear appreciation in her face as I sheathed myself with the condom.

Climbing back onto the bed, I balanced over her hips. A few strokes across her swollen pussy lips, and the latex was slippery. It was a filthy sight; the way my cock was pressed between her thighs, resting on her clit, looking far too huge to fit inside of her.

The way she gazed up at me... I could have hated myself for how aroused her wide-eyed innocent-image got me, but I had lots of other, better reasons to hate myself, so that one would have to get in line. “Hang on tight,” I whispered. “I don’t plan to go easy on you.”

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