Page 36 of Bad At Love

Pulling her robe aside, he pressed his lips to the arch of her neck. She smelled like lilacs and spring and all woman. “Everything about you,” he grazed her skin with his teeth, “your desires, your needs…is perfect and beautiful and unique and just the way the universe meant for you to be, sweetheart. And I want to make all your filthiest fantasies come true.”

“Yeah?” she said, trembling. “Whatever I want?”

“Absolutely. Because giving it to you the way you need it ismy fantasy.” DP knew she could hear the raw burning in his voice for her. But he didn’t care. “That you and I know each other and trust each other is what makes this so right and delicious.”

Her eyes clung to his, such hope and trust and desire in them that he was falling deeper into her orbit. And the falling, the stumbling, the knowing in his gut that she was it for him made him feel so richly alive. “That’s what made it so intense on the ride over,” she whispered, awe in the words.

He nodded. Licking the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he dug his teeth in and nipped her skin. Hard. “Is that too rough?”

She wriggled against him. Her ass pressed against his erection and all he wanted was to have her ride him like this. Long, thick legs splayed open. In front of a mirror. Opened wide so that they could see her pussy swallowing him. “It’s just right.”

When she shivered, he licked at the indent on her skin. Just imagining how she would look wearing his marks made his cock thicken painfully. Pushing off the folds of her robe, he filled his hands with acres of silky skin and luscious curves. “Tell me what turns you on, what you’ve imagined. I don’t care what you think it sounds like. I want to know them all.”

She held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity before she laced their fingers together. “I like… feeling like you can’t keep your hands off me. Like you can’t help being a little rough. Like you want to use me up so thoroughly because it’s all you ever wanted, and you can’t…control yourself. Can’t stop ordering me and arranging me to your liking.”

Now it was he who was shaking from head to toe. “Sweetheart, that’s how I’ve always felt around you.”

She brought her lush mouth inches from his. “Show me how much you need me. Use me, DP. My mouth, my body, however you want.”

“Now?” he asked, his entire being one pulsing mass of rough need. “You can’t say something like that when you have to leave in fifteen minutes. I need time to wreck you thoroughly, to make sure you can’t stand straight when I’m done with you.”

A puff of air left her lips. “I have twelve minutes. You know how Mona gets about photo shoots, right? I need something to get me through the day.” She turned and straddled his knees. “When you woke up and saw me, what did you think first? Immediately?”

“That lipstick shade would look pretty on my cock.” When her mouth opened into another O, he added, “I don’t want to mess up your look.”

Without replying, she snuck her hand under the duvet, over his boxers to palm his erection. “Of course,” her words turned husky, “you’ve got this thick cock that you’ve been holding out on me.” She shook her head. “Better late than never, I guess.” With that, she pulled off the duvet and pulled his boxers down. His cock plopped up against his belly, begging for attention.

Chaaru studied it with a scrutiny that made his eyes roll back in their sockets. A light coating of sweat shimmered on his skin. He tugged at the knot of her robe and watched as it fell away to reveal…blush pink lacy bra and matching panties. They were high cut, revealing the side of her pussy and the fold where hip met thigh. It was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.

When she moved her hand, he held her off. She made a whiny sound in the back of her throat. His flesh hummed with anticipation at the thought of feeling that very sound against his cock.

“Not like this,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her lips. “Your neck will hurt.”

“How then?” She licked her lips as if he was holding her mouth away from her favorite popsicle.

“I want to fuck this mouth properly. Roughly. The way I need it.”

“Oh. Is that one of your fantasies?”

“Even missionary with you would be a fantasy.” Sinking his fingers into her thick locks, he tugged her close. Wide brown eyes turned a molten brown that he could drown in. “Tell me, sweetheart. Will you swallow?”

Her throat bobbed up and down. “I will try.”

“Like a good pupil?”

“You know how competitive I can get,” she said.

“Lie down then.”

Eyes wide with curiosity, she nodded. “Want me to keep the robe?”

“I can see everything I want to.” That sternness she’d told him she loved crept into his tone, and he could see her quivering as it landed. “We’ve used up two more minutes and I’m not sure there will be enough to get you off.”

She laid back against the pillows and watched him as he straddled her thighs. “No?”

He shrugged and, like clockwork, her gaze went to his boxers.

“Not even if I said please?” she said, unable to keep the whimper out of her tone.

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