Page 28 of Such a Bad Girl

‘I’ve been dreaming of our first kiss for nearly a decade… make it good for me. And remember how vulnerable you are if you try to hurt me.’ Dragging the tip of the blade over my chest and to my throat, she placed it against my racing pulse.

Dropping the blade beside my head, she leaned down, her breath mingling with my own. Nerves made my extremities tingle as her eyes searched mine. When her lashes fluttered closed, she took my face in her hands. Our lips met in a clash of anger and need, tension swimming between us and increasing with each stroke of her hot tongue. Lips parting, I swallowed her moan, losing myself in her.

Arching my back, I tried to get more of her, all of her, wishing I could press my fingers into her hair and pin her to me.

My heartbeat thrummed loudly in my ears as our kiss grew more frenzied, both of us abandoning our predicament for a moment of pure lust.

I growled as she pulled away, arching my hips upward and crashing my dick against her wetness.

My mind turned to mush, my lungs aching forair. There was no denying the way my body still craved her.

‘That was perfect,’ she whispered, touching her kiss-grazed lips.

‘Please let me go?’ I said, my voice breaking with frustration.

‘No, Sir. I’m not done playing with you yet.’

‘You know I wanted you. Why bother with all this? I already wanted to fuck you.’ I’d never have known any different if she’d only continued our relationship. Why all this madness?

‘Because it’s fun. And you wanted me, but you didn’t love me. You will though.’

Bex knelt on the bed and slid her panties off before sitting on my chest. I groaned at the compression, and the sight of her sweet, wet cunt spread open for me.

I hadn’t forgotten how intoxicating it had tasted.

She watched, rapt, as she stroked her clit in circles, teasing the flesh right in front of my face.

‘I’m going to drive you mad with lust, Professor, until you’re as obsessed with me as I am with you.’

Breathless, she slid two fingers into her entrance, the flesh clenching around them as she curled upward.

‘Then we will playfor real.’

‘You’re such a little creep,’ I said, my voice deep and crackly.

‘Your little creep,’ she moaned, thrusting her fingers deep. ‘This is all yours.’

Alternating between teasing her clit and fucking herself, she drove me fucking crazy. So close that I could smell her desire, yet too far to reach. My mouth watered.

Her outer lips swelled as she writhed against my chest, her fingers sinking deeper, the noises wetter by the second.

‘Let me help,’ I begged, my willpower crumbling.

Bex ignored me, biting her lip as she held my gaze.

‘Please? I want to taste you.’

‘You will,’ she gasped, her thighs trembling. ‘When you’ve earned it.’

‘Bex,’ I demanded. ‘Sit on my fucking face.’

The dominant words made her eyes hood with need, but she ignored me, adding a third finger into her swollen folds and tipping her head back in a throaty cry.

Her cunt clenched hard, sending a river of pleasure-laced liquid showering onto my chest. I watched with fascination as it dripped between her still thrusting fingers, washing everything with a sweetglaze.

My cock fucking burned, my balls heavy.

If lust could kill, I’d be a fucking goner.

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