Page 90 of One More Bad Boy

“I don't care about a ring.” She crouched so we were eye to eye. When she kissed me, her lips were salty from her happy tears. “You've given me more than enough. I love you, Bach Devine. And I wish for an eternity with you.”

I struggled to speak. “That's a yes?”

“That's a yes,” she sniffled, rubbing at her eyes.

Laughing wildly, I swung her up in my arms. We bumped the tables, knocking over empty cups as we went. She giggled for me to stop but I couldn't. If I quit moving, all of the bliss inside of me would rip me apart.

Kissing her hard, I bent her over a table, smacking the donut box aside to make room. Chocolate bear claws rolled across the floor. “This is the dress you wore the night you first kissed me,” I said. “The night yougaveyourself to me. Did you wear it again because you remembered how it drove me wild when we were dancing?”

“I wish I could say yes. It was the only nice thing I had in my bag,” she mumbled.

God, her honesty was refreshing.

“Then it's just a happy accident,” I said, nuzzling her cheek. My fingers remembered the texture of her zipper. The familiar sound of it parting made my cock swell in my pants. Reaching between her thighs, I stroked the outside of her wet panties. I could fuck her right now without a problem, but there was something more important on my mind.

“Bach?” she gasped when I knelt between her open legs. I hiked her dress out of the way until I knew she could see me. “What are you—ah!”

I ran the tip of my nose through the crevice of her panties. “You stopped me when I tried this before. I know why, now. And that makes me need to eat you out even more.”

Her knees clenched around my ears. She breathed in rapidly, almost hyperventilating. Gazing up at her, I waited for her to tell me it was okay.

Amina nodded twice.

Tugging her underwear down her ankles, I set them on the table. I couldn't throw them aside—they were as precious as the rest of her. Settling forward, I breathed warm air onto her pink, beautiful cunt-lips.

“Mmm,” she whimpered.

Again, my dick flexed. I was painfully aware of my heavy need for her. Hooking her knees over my shoulders, I gently rubbed my cheek on her skin. Her scent was divine.

I massaged her pussy with my palm. Two fingers spread her open; my tongue flattened across her labia, not moving, just firm pressure. She contracted beneath me. I tasted her heartbeat through her clit.

“Jesus, that's amazing,” she groaned. “More. Please, more.”

I licked at her exposed, swollen clitoris. Amina trembled violently, legs squeezing my skull. Heat pounded behind my eyes—I needed air, but I needed to eat her sweet pussy more.

Gliding my fingertips over her slippery entrance, I coated them well. Firmly, encountering no resistance, I pushed them inside of her. She squealed in pleasure—then gasped when I lapped ravenously at every inch of her cunt.

“I'm coming!” she sobbed, her muscles tensing. Her fingers found my hair, holding on for dear life as she shook from her orgasm. I nearly came in my boxers. The pleasure of givingherpleasure was that intense.

Hurrying to stand, I yanked a condom from my pocket. In a flash I'd unzipped myself, easing my pants down just enough to get my cock out. It was an angry red color in my fist as I guided the condom over it. Amina stared at it, her hips rocking on the table, desperate for more.

A crackling voice came through the PA system in the room. “Aaaand we'll be announcing the winners of this year’s event in just a moment! I hope you're ready to...” The voice trailed out; Amina had coiled her arms around my skull, blocking out the world with her wild kisses.

With one hand I inched my cock-head into her. The walls of her pussy milked me, ever so happy to let me stretch her out. “Holy hell,” she panted. Her legs wrapped around, heels digging into my lower back. “Keep going, I can't wait. I need—ah!” I'd sunk in to the base, letting out a moan as I did.

Hoisting her by her hips, I thrust hard enough to shake the table. It moved, and we moved with it, until it banged against the nearby wall. Amina held on for dear life as I slammed my cock into her at full strength. “Yes,” I growled, my shoulders bunching from exertion. “Fuck, yes, I'm going to come. Can you feel it, Amina? How huge my cock is getting? I'm so damn close!”

She writhed in my embrace. “Me too, I'm right there on the edge.”

“Race me,” I growled, all my muscles working to keep her up as I fucked her with blindness-inducing abandon.

Amina sang for me as she threw back her head. Pressing my mouth to her exposed throat, I shivered. The tension in her cunt was bordering on pain as she clenched down, her orgasm traveling through her skin into mine. I came a half-second later, setting her on the table so I didn't drop her. The pleasure was too much. Too perfect.

Her hands pressed to my chest. “Bach? Are you okay?”

“Of course, more than fine.”

“Okay.” She paused. “Because you've been leaning against me for five minutes, now.”

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