Page 68 of The Bad Boy Rule

Fuuuuuck. Yes.

My throat works as I palm the head of my cock, coating it with her spit before pumping roughly.

I’m teetering on the edge, the edges of my restraint fraying with the desperate need to touch her.

To lick her, fuck her, take everything she has to give.

I slant my lips over hers and pull her back over my cock, feeling the lips of her pussy slide around me, my blunt head rutting against her clit even through the thin material covering her.

A breathless cry sounds against my mouth, her fingers flying to my hair and tugging hard as she rotates, writhing, my hips flexing to meet her movements.

Tearing her lips free, she buries her face into the crook of my neck and moans unabashedly, just as far gone as I am.

“I think…” Her lips move against my skin as she whispers, “I’m going to…”

My grip on her hip tightens when arousal yanks at the base of my spine, my balls tightening as I get ready to paint her with my cum.

“Come for me.” My voice is so low and rough that it sounds like sandpaper, the words clawing their way out of my throat. “Be my Golden Girl and come on my cock.”

Blinding bolts of pleasure shoot through me as she does exactly as she’s told, hips squirming as she falls apart.

Her entire body pulls tight, muscles taut, fingers tangled in my hair and tugging hard as pleasure swells inside of her, the orgasm she was so sure she couldn’t have hitting her like a tidal wave.

Fuck, I wish I could see her face as she comes, but her face is buried in my neck, her teeth raking along my skin as she clings to me.

I can feel every part of her trembling, her thighs shaking as she rides it out, and I can’t hold back any longer.

My head falls back as I come, coating us both, painting a messy portrait along her stomach, thighs, pussy, so fucking much that it drips onto my stomach, pooling along the cut of my abs.

I’m pretty sure I’ve never come this much in my life, and it’s because of this girl and my feral fucking hunger for her.

Lennon’s shuddering breath ghosts my skin, both of us sticky with sweat, unmoving after… whatever the fuck that just was.

Seconds tick by, slowly turning into minutes as she catches her breath, limp and sated, draped on top of me.

“Should have done that sooner. I might hate you a little less now,” she murmurs, sitting up. “I mean… a tiny,tinybit less.”

I chuckle. “Yeah? Bet so. Think about that the next time you get an attitude.”

Her lips tilt into a slightly shy smile. “Pretty sure that attitude is what you like best about me, so…”

“Nah… that would be your pussy.”

She scoffs, reaching out to push my shoulder. “Dick.”

Then her gaze drops between us to where we’re both covered in my cum, something carnal surging in my chest at the obscene sight.

“That was unexpectedly hot,” she says, rolling her lips together, her expression one of satisfaction.

Yeah, well, me coming all over myself after dry humping was not what I thought would be happening today, but she’s right. It was surprisingly fucking hot.

“I can’t believe I… you know.”

“Came on my cock,” I finish her sentence. “I told you that was bullshit. You just needed to get out of your head and be patient with yourself. You didn’t need me for it to happen.”

She nods as she hums and looks down between us, her curious gaze dropping once more to the cum on her pussy.

My brow arches.

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