Page 37 of Bad At Love

“Depends on how deep you will take my cock. If you please me, maybe I’ll finger fuck you again.Maybe.No promises, yeah?”

Light brown eyes looked like flickering flames. Leaning forward, he removed the extra pillows from under her head. “You’ll need only one. If you want me to stop, just say enough.”

“I won’t want you to,” she said with such confidence that the words went straight to his dick.

“Good girl,” he said, skimming his hands over her throat and down to the valley between her breasts. “You look like a fucking feast, Char. I’m suddenly very…” he let his gaze linger over her pussy barely hidden beneath pink lace. “Hungry.” Under his gaze, her hips thrust up and away from the bed. “But I have other needs first,” he said, fisting his cock, “and those take precedence.”

If possible, her eyes burned a little brighter at the prospect of being denied and deprived, at being pushed back in line behind his own needs.

Smooth brown skin shimmering like silk, long, thick limbs splayed out, fat nipples poking through the bra, she looked like an offering to some depraved deity.

And he…was going to glut himself on her.

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The look in DP’s eyes made Chaaru melt, like an ice cream cone left out in the sun for too long. No doubt her fingers would come away just as sticky if she dipped them inside her pussy.

Every nerve ending stretched tight, she fingered the seam of her panties, tempted to relieve the building ache. Who knew her cinnamon-roll best friend hid such a filthy side?

“Someone’s being a naughty girl.” Mouth twitching, DP collected her hands and pulled them over her head. “We can’t have that. I need your focus on me. Your mouth, your head…they’re all mine.”

“I just want to touch myself once,” she said, letting her need seep into her words. Letting him hear what he was doing to her. “It feels so achy, DP. Let me just check and…”

He kissed her fingers, laving each tip thoroughly with his tongue. She gasped as he pulled her wrists together and tied them to the headboard with the scarf she’d pulled out of her luggage. Arms stretched out above her, she felt like an erotic sacrifice on some strange altar. And she liked that too.

He ran his mouth up her body, from her panties all the way to her throat, leaving little pockets of wet heat behind. Head thrown back, she closed her eyes, myriad sensations assaulting her. He lingered over the thick curve of her belly and hips, kneading and nipping, creating divots in her flesh like little pleasure pockets.

When she opened her eyes, trembling from head to toe, he was straddling her chest. Thick, hairy thighs bunched by her ears and his abdomen bulged over the seam of his boxers.

All her fantasies about mountain men and lumberjacks and big, needy brutes having their filthy way with her shimmered closer. A slick, fiery trail of heat traveled through her, pooling into wetness at her core. Seeing DP like this, his eyes lust-hazed, his breath coming in short, huffy pants, his entire body taut with unspent lust for her… lit her up as if there were a thousand tiny fairy lights tucked under her skin.

“You ready for me?” His voice was thick, gravelly.

Swallowing, Chaaru nodded.

“I need words, sweetheart.”

“I’m so ready.” When he leaned forward and played with her hair, Chaaru pouted. “Give me your cock, DP. Enough teasing.”

Grinning, he pulled his black boxers down.

And there it was, veiny and gorgeous and darker than the rest of his skin. Thick and hard and leaning to the right. He stroked it from root to tip roughly and pearly pre-cum pooled at the plump head. Chaaru licked her lips.

Her gaze charted his body with wild, possessive abandon—the defined pecs and hairy chest, up the corded column of his throat, past thick, shapely lips that contrasted with his ruggedness. Grinning, he pinched his fingers to collect the pre-cum, tugged her bra cup down and painted it over her nipple.

Electric charges zipped over her skin.

He repeated the same over her other nipple, causing them to stand like beacons that could be seen from outer space. With a rough moan, she arched her upper back for a firmer touch. She writhed under him, thighs trembling, even knowing that there was no relief coming soon.

He played with her nipples, pinching and squeezing until, with a growl, he pulled the cups back up and gave the aching plump centers two quick taps. “You’re going to wear that all day. Every time your nipples ache, you’ll know why. You won’t sneak into the washroom and lick it off, will you?”

Chaaru had to focus on his words, revved up as she was. It was exactly what she would have tried. And now, she would know him too, in all the ways only a lover could. “I want a taste,” she said, mournfully.

“Promise me you won’t lick it off first.”

“I promise to be a filthy little good girl for my best friend.”

“It’s not like I’m not giving you the entire load, is it?” Then fisting the base of his cock, he tapped the thick, bulbous head against her lips. “Don’t open yet,” he warned when all she wanted was to suck him in.

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