Page 7 of Dr. Bad Boy

“You liked it when I fucked your throat, didn’t you?”

She nods helplessly and I lick the curve of her ear.

“If you make me come, I’ll return the favour. You can ride my face.”

“Oh my God,” she pants. “You’re going to kill me.”

“One of us will safeword out before we hit that point, I’m sure.”

“Please don’t.” She bites her lip and groans deep in her throat. My fingers are just inside her pussy lips now, stroking the nerve endings there, but not touching her clit. Everything but, that’s my new plan. Wait until she’s restless and aching for it before I start to circle that hard little nub that makes my mouth water.

That’s not just dirty talk. Once she comes, I’m going to swallow every drop of her arousal. Lick her clean and carry her to bed where I’ll make her dirty all over again.

She’s getting slick around me again, and my cock shifts inside her. I touch her lower, feeling where she’s stretched tight around me. I pull that slippery wetness up and trace closer and closer to where I know she’ll go off like a firecracker if I just touch her.

So I don’t.

Inside, she’s starting to clench sporadically. An orgasm that almost starts, then fades back as I refuse to push her over that edge.

Each time, it’s a bit stronger.

I press harder into her, not wanting to slip out even a centimetre. When I glance my knuckle just to the right of her clit, she shudderseverywhere, and my balls squeeze almost painfully. Yes, yes, fucking-A, yes.

Down and around, slippery slide back up, and more contact this time. A gasp. Nearly a scream.

I don’t care if the police pound on the door, I want her scream. Faster, I swirl my fingers, and now I’m stroking over her clit every time. Her climax starts and I keep going, holding her tight with one arm as my other hand keeps rubbing in exactly the same pattern, not stopping, not stopping,never stopping. Her orgasm ratchets up, gets stronger and she arches her back, her head tipping up, her mouth open in a wordless moan.

And then I come. Fucking best thing ever, the surge of jizz jolting up my dick, and that’s when she screams.

I don’t know if she feels me filling her up or if she can sense it in the way I’m holding her, but either way, it’s exactly what I wanted.

Her body, my control. My command, her submission.

Her cry, sweet and sharp and endless in my ear.

I hold her until I soften inside her, then withdraw, holding on to the condom long enough to get it free of her body.

She deserves a reward for all that hard work. I sink to my knees and take a long, slow swipe from clit to slit with my tongue. Her training is perfect. She holds still for me, whimpering.

Music to my sadistic ears.

It would be awesome to make her cry.

But it’s my job to know the limits, and we’re definitely not going there tonight, even though I said we would.

I rise to my feet and reach for the towels.

Sometime later—after we eat a snack, for which she wraps herself in the bed sheet, and blushes when I make her drop it—I finally call an end to the fun and games, slapping her ass and telling her playtime's over. But instead of pointing her to the door, I lean back against the pillows and let her follow my lead to do the same.

She’s sore, I’m sure, but I’m not ready for the night to be done just yet.

"What's your name?"

She gives me a sweet, unguarded smile that's like a punch in the gut. "Violet."

I repeat it quietly. "Beautiful."

She inhales slowly, then curls into my side. "Tonight wasn't quite what I expected."

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