Page 32 of Such a Bad Girl

‘Bex,’ Henry groaned. ‘You’re killing me.’

‘Wait until you see me slide over you, after days of teasing, how long will you last?’

He pulled against the cuffs. Even with the lengthened bonds, he couldn’t grasp me. Seeing his brows crinkle with frustration was adorable.

Giggling, I teased my fingers down his chest, circling his already hard cock. The thought of taking his girth again, complete with the metal studs, had my insides molten. I was a little scared of the pain,but desperate to please him too. I’d so cruelly left him wanting the first time.

‘So help me, Bex. Please?’

‘Please,’ I said, tracing my way from one metal piercing to another. ‘What?’

‘Fuck me. If you don’t, I’m going to tear the skin from my wrists to get these cuffs off.’ I adored the way his voice dropped. All growly and vicious.

Not that he could do much about his desperation.

Seeing him driven to a squirming, panting mess was the pinnacle of all my plans.

Finally, he felt the way I had all those years.

‘Bex.’ The plea broke my will to delay. Henry Montgomery would never forget me. I had to make sure.

Pulling off my oversized T-shirt, I knelt over him, slowly stroking myself as his eyes widened.

Bringing my fingers up, I pressed them to my mouth, wetting them. His groan had my thighs trembling. The dusting of chest hair rose as he inched his body closer to mine, his jaw ticking with impatience.

Dragging my fingers back down my body, I readied myself for him.

For my man.

‘Holy shit,’ Henry whimpered as I placed hisswollen tip at my entrance. His muscles undulated beneath my fingertips as I steadied myself against his stomach. ‘I need you.’

‘Yes, you do. Remember that when you’re not here chained to my bed. Remember how desperate you feel right now.’ I inched myself downward, the stretch taking my breath away.

‘I want to touch you.’ Henry’s cuffs clanked as he fought against them, his hands opening before clenching shut.

‘All in good time, my love. For now? Watch. Listen. Feel. I have dreamt about this for so long. Enjoy it.’

By the time he was a third of the way in, I was sweating, his girth making me ache.

‘Don’t stop,’ Henry hissed, arching his hips upward and thrusting another inch into me. The piercings felt intoxicating and debilitating. With each one, my eyes rolled and my thighs quaked.

Sinking lower, I followed Henry’s gaze to where our bodies met, him splaying me open in the most salacious manner. The sight was beautifully grotesque. Me wet and red, him thick and veined. I couldn’t see the piercings from that angle, but I desperately wanted to. At some point, we’d need to play with mirrors so I could see him pierce me with every metal inch.

I shuddered as my thighs finally kissed his hips, sinking entirely upon my man.

‘Yes,’ he moaned, hoarse with desire. ‘That’s it, my obsession. Show me what you need.’

‘You’re all I need,’ I panted, trying to get accustomed to his size. I leant forward, placing my hands on his chest, my breath stuttering at the way it made his cock press deeper inside me.

‘Then take me, Bex. Show me what you’ve been waiting for.’

Sliding upward, I watched every micro-expression on his perfect face. The way his lips parted as he inhaled. The crease of his brow as I shifted my hips. Those emerald green eyes were hooded with lust.

Perfection.

I’d fallen for him the moment I met him, and spent the best part of a decade waiting for him to notice me. Now he’d never be able to look away.

Lifting my hips, I rose to his tip before filling myself with every delightful inch of Henry.

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