Page 47 of Bastard

Time for dessert. Her nipples I mean. My favorite treat of all. “Good morning, beautiful. Feeling more awake now?”

She had that dreamy look I loved. “Oh yes. Oh yes!” She cried out when I sucked her into my mouth all at once. Her fingers fisted my hair again and held me in place. Like I was going anywhere.

I switched sides, pleasuring her even more. It made me feel calmer. More right with the world.

“You know,” she breathed, “that was some excellent work you were doing down there.”

I looked up. “Oh yeah? Is that a hint?” I didn’t mind one bit if it was.

“Sort of. I…have an idea.”

She had my full attention. “Do tell.”

“Well since you had so much fun with the paperclips…” She opened her nightstand and pulled out a rope with circles tied at the ends. “I thought you could put these on me, and then we could each please each other.”

“Give it.” It took a little more teasing to get her nipples hard enough for the ropes. Sucking. Nibbling. Pinching. Tugging. Enjoyable work. Then I slipped on one, sliding it tight until she said stop. Then the other all over again. Sucking. Nibbling. Pinching. Tugging.

In the end she had two red, fully erect nipples now sensitive to everything. Including blowing across them. “Now what?”

She flipped around, now on her side, my cock in her face. “Now we have breakfast.”

Oh… Now I understood. Especially when we found the perfect position for her to suck my dick and me to lick her pussy. It meant her hard nipples rubbed up against my abdomen. Extra pleasure for her.

I went back to working her over with my fingers and tongue, vaguely conscious of her moans because now my dick was back in her mouth and I could barely think at all. This angle made it completely different. Her tongue felt fantastic and it was easier to slide into that soft palate without gagging her. We took turns. Sometimes I relaxed and enjoyed her mouth. Sometimes she relaxed and told me how good I was at pleasing her.

She massaged my balls and taint until I saw stars, all while rubbing herself against me and moaning around my cock.

It was hot as fuck. Possibly the hottest morning sex I had ever had. Ever.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” she gasped as I shoved three fingers inside and massaged her bundle.

“I want to come on you.” Last night was great. I wanted something different.

“Oh! Oh! Okay!” Her channel squeezed my fingers. Apparently she liked three fingers best. “Yes! I see stars!” Well then. I stopped talking and started sucking.

She sucked me back into her mouth too, moaning all around me, fist wrapped around my base as she swallowed me down deeper. Her other hand squeezed my balls.

Sam rubbed her nipples against my skin and came around my fingers, my cock muffling her screams. The vibrations of her full voice felt fantastic. So did her enthusiastic tugging.

When she was done I was close enough to pull free of her mouth, roll up onto my knees and fist my own cock while I surveyed the after effects of her orgasm. Flushed cheeks, splotchy chest, wet pussy, heaving breasts with nipples tied in knots.

My orgasm barreled down my shaft and I came on Sam’s stomach. It was something new. Something I’d never done with her. It made me feel good. It was the final piece of the masterpiece. My woman, satisfied, and covered in the evidence of our lovemaking.

It was perfect.

“When do you need to leave?” I brushed Sam’s hair off her forehead so I could kiss it.

She grabbed my wrist and checked my watch. “An hour-ish.”

I helped button her shirt—mostly so I could cop a few more feels. “So what’s this Feyereisen update?”

“Oh wow. I completely forgot about that. Was that just last night?”

That she dropped the Georgia bomb and we made headlines? Yeah. That was only a few hours ago. “I may have distracted you.”

“I believe I was the one doing the distracting.” She shot me a wink as she spun away and started putting on jewelry. “David’s been doing some work that happened to also include the Feyereisens. It’s a totally unrelated client, which gave David a different angle when looking at the brothers. One of their many ways of making and laundering money is by buying and selling artifacts on the black market.”

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