Page 80 of The Bad Boy Rule

I knew she’d be perfect.

Pink and glistening, the hood of her clit peeking out, completely bare aside from the smallest little strip of hair above.

When I look up at her, brow arched, a cocky smirk curving my lips, her cheeks are flaming. “I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”

Yeah, I fucking bet so.

“The prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I rasp. Unable to wait another goddamn second, I lean forward and flatten my tongue, swiping it through her slit in a long, slow, unhurried lick that has her back bowing from the bench, fingers flying to my hair, tugging roughly at the strands.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “That feels… Oh myGod.” Her thighs slam shut, bracketing my ears when I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, and I chuckle against her. I can feel her legs trembling, quaking with each lash against her clit.

I planned to ease her into it, to take my time, but a feral fucking beast roars inside of me, and I can’t do slow and sweet.

I’m ravenous, a dark hunger raging inside of me that I’ve never felt before.

I part her open with my thumbs and suck her clit into my mouth, alternating pressure in hard sucks that have her writhing, tearing at my hair, moaning so loud it echoes off the walls of the rink, making me crazy with possessive satisfaction.

“Mmmm. So fucking wet and messy,” I drawl, lapping at her as I slip my arm beneath her thigh, hooking it over the top of it, and splaying my hand along her belly, holding her in place.

I circle her entrance with my middle finger, stretching her slightly, and she whimpers, “Please.”

Though I’m not sure she even really knows what she’s begging for. Whatever it is, I want to give it to her.

“Greedy girl. You want my fingers in your pretty little pussy, stretching you open the way I would with my cock?”

Her response is a strangled breath and a clench of her pussy that, fuck… I can actually see. She clenches around nothing, and for whatever reason, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“My Golden Girl wants to be filled. No, sheneedsto be filled, doesn’t she?” I slowly sink the tip of my finger inside of her, and her pussy sucks me in deeper.

Fucking Christ… she’s so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect that I’m trying not to come in my goddamn pants. My cock is so hard it hurts, my hips flexing against the bench in the desperate need to be inside of her.

She shudders when I curve my finger and gently stroke her G-spot, legs tightening around my head, a ragged whimper tearing out of her. “Saint…”

The way she breathes my name drives me to the brink of fucking insanity, and I eat her like a man possessed, adding another finger. She’s so tight that even with how drenched she is, there’s resistance.

“Are you going to be my good girl and come for me? Yeah?”

I can feel her tightening, clamping down on my fingers as she teeters on the edge, and I pull back, only slightly so I can catalog it, the pure ecstasy on her face, eyes squeezed shut, shamelessly chasing the pleasure I’m giving her.

Watching her makes me desperate to taste her again. My lips close around her clit, sucking hard as I stroke her G-spot.

The sound of my fingers filling her, driving into her tight cunt over and over, makes an erotic echo around us.

“Give it to me, baby,now.” The rough, hoarse command seemingly pushes her over the edge. She doesn’t just fall; she fucking explodes, squeezing the fuck out of my fingers as she arches higher, belly and thighs quivering from the intensity of her orgasm.

And fuck, she soaks my face, her cum dripping down my chin as I lap at her, trying to catch every drop that she gives me.

Her hips rock as she rides it out, never letting her tight grip on my hair go, holding me in place.

I lick her through it, slower, more gentle when she becomes too sensitive until she finally melts into the bench behind her, sated and sleepy.

Only then do I slide my fingers from her and sit up, intentionally catching her gaze. “So fucking sweet.” I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.

She watches with stunned surprise, like she can’t actually believe that I’m doing something so obscenely dirty in front of her… Like I didn’t justdevourher pussy.

“Never doubt how much I love tasting you, ever again.” I use the back of my hand to wipe away the remnants of her from my face.

“I was supposed to be makingyoufeel good. Not me,” she whispers, her expression slightly shy after what we just did.

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