Page 24 of Blackmailing the Bad Girl

“Kneel up,” he said.

She came up on her knees, still straddling him, giving him perfect access. He glided his finger along the slippery wetness, found the tight little bud of nerves, and circled it slowly. Her hips pushed toward him asking for more. He circled again, then ran the pad of his finger lightly over her and her head fell back.

So sensitive.

He clasped her hips, and in one fluid move he picked her up, turned her around and lowered her to the mattress. He parted her thighs and went down on his knees between them. She tried to close her legs, but he was in the way.

Something twisted inside him at the sight of her sprawled wantonly in front of him. She’d relaxed, lying flat on her back, but her breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath. He palmed them both, squeezing, tugging the tips between his finger and thumb. Then, leaning over her, he stroked them with his tongue until they glistened.

As he straightened, she raised her head to watch him. He placed his hands on her thighs, widening the space between them. Her clit pouted out from between the folds.

He lowered his head and licked a long, slow stroke along the length of her sex. He heard her gasp, but ignored the sound. Instead, he concentrated on giving her pleasure, tasting her sweetness, which was driving him wild. Stroked again, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. She was writhing against the mattress now, and he held her still with his hands on her ass, presenting her up for his pleasure. He stopped teasing because he really did need to get inside her soon. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he stroked her with his tongue, feeling the tension rising inside her as her back arched. He sucked, then stroked, then bit down gently, and she came apart for him, pulsing against his tongue, his mouth flooding with the sweet, salty taste of her pleasure.

He gave her one last kiss and backed away, rising to his feet.

“Christ, you’re perfect.”

She watched him out of dazed eyes, making no attempt to cover herself.

He unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper, groaned at the relief as his rock-hard dick claimed a little freedom, a little room to maneuver. He made to push his jeans down, then hesitated, pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, found a condom, and tossed it on the bed beside her.

She didn’t say a word. Just stared at it, her expression still dazed.

He toed off his boots, then shoved his jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them and kicking them out of the way.

Glancing up, he found her gaze fixed on his cock. He wasn’t surprised; it was pretty impressive. Rock hard and ready to go.

She bit her lip. Was she worried? He’d be gentle. And she was so wet, he’d slip inside her easily. He took a step closer and she hunkered up the bed, until she lay with her head on the pillow.

At the last moment, he had to ask. “Are you okay with this?” As he said the words, he sent up an internal prayer that she wasn’t getting cold feet at the last minute. Her gaze flickered from his face to his cock and back again. She nodded, licked her lips, and his dick jerked at the thought of her pretty mouth….

Another time. Because if her mouth came anywhere near him now, he’d explode.

He reached down, picked up the condom, tore it open with his teeth, then rolled it down over his erection, all under her intense stare.

Was he too big?

He didn’t want to hurt her and wasn’t sure he could be gentle.

“I guess it’s been a long time for you,” he said.

She looked at him as if he were crazy. “I’ve been in prison for over two years, and contrary to what the daily papers might say, there’s not a lot of opportunity.” She scowled at him. “Are you trying to back out of this?”

“Christ, no.” Horror ran through him. “Fuck no. It’s just you’re so small and I’m…not.”

“I won’t break. I’m tougher than I look.” When he still didn’t move, she glared at him. “Don’t make me beg, Masterton.”

He grinned at that. “Would you?”

She sat up, reached out, trailed her hand down the line of hair on his stomach. His dick twitched and jerked. “I really don’t think I’m going to have to. Do you?”

“Hell, no.” He came up over her, dropped a kiss on her breasts, and then splayed his hand on her chest and pushed her back, followed her down, then balanced his weight on his elbow. He’d squash her flat if he weren’t careful. With his other hand, he reached down between them, cupped her sex with his palm, slipping his fingers into her. She was tight, and her inner muscles spasmed around his finger.

She pushed against him and he added another finger, stretching her. Finally, he withdrew. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he placed it at the entrance of her body and hesitated.

She flexed her hips and pulled him inside. Once he was in, he couldn’t stop until he was lodged deep inside her, up to his balls. He gave her a minute, while every instinct screamed to let go, to plunge inside her, find his own release, but he held the urges under tight check.

She bucked against him and he withdrew slowly, the sensation exquisite. Then her slender legs wrapped around him, pulling him back in. She was amazingly strong and determined for someone so small.

He glanced up her body. Her teeth were clamped on her lower lip, her nostrils flared. She caught him watching her. “Please,” she said. “Make me forget.”

So he did. He released the hold on his control. He pulled out, thrust back in, felt her with him all the way, her legs tightening around him, so they moved as one. He sensed his release so close, and he slid a hand between their bodies, found her clit with his fingertip, massaged the little nub until her back arched and she came for him, her head falling back to the pillow, perfect breasts thrust upward. Everything inside her tightened, and the next stroke spilled him over the edge, and he came hard.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her.

He made to move but she gripped him tight.

In a moment.

And he closed his eyes, his body at peace.

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