Page 52 of Blackmailing the Bad Girl

Christ, what was the right answer? “No…yes…no.”

“How about—do you like people tellingyouwhat to do? Now, think carefully about your answer.”

He swallowed the “hell, no” hovering on the edge of his tongue. “It depends,” he said cautiously.

He didn’t know her in this mood. She seemed almost…playful.

“On what?”

“Who’s doing the telling and what they’re telling me to do.” He reached out, slid a hand under the hair at the back of her neck. “I think I might like you telling me what to do.”

“Let’s see. Put your hands behind your head.”

He hesitated for a moment, and she withdrew her finger, backing away a little. Shit, he didn’t know what she was up to, but he wanted to find out. He slowly put his hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together.

She stared at him for at least a minute, her eyes wide, then she swiped her tongue over her lower lip, and he groaned. “Whatever you’re going to do, do it quickly, because, sweetheart, I’m about to explode.”

“Really?”

She clearly liked that.

He decided to let her have her fun and clamped his lips. She stared at him with huge eyes, a pulse beating in her throat. Then she placed both hands almost tentatively on his bare chest and stroked upward, pushing his shirt out of the way. Her lips curled in a pleased smile. She trailed her fingertips over his chest, scraping her nails over his nipples. His dick was almost painful now.

Finally, she turned her attention back to his belt, tugging it open, then pausing to run her fingers over the length of his erection. She was humming under her breath, teasing him. But he didn’t care. She seemed to have shrugged off her doubts and worries, and until they were gone, he hadn’t realized how big a part of her they were. And he didn’t want to spoil that. So if she wanted him to stand still while she tormented him to death, then he’d do his best.

Her fingers were fumbling with the button on his jeans, then at last it was open. She tugged his zipper down, and he groaned again. The relief was enormous.

She stepped back, examining her handiwork. Sliding her hands into his pants, she pushed them down over his hips. He glanced down as his shaft sprang free, as hard as it had ever been in his life before. He needed to be inside her, and he started to lower his hands.

“Don’t move.”

Shit.

Was she doing this on purpose? To pay him back for blackmailing her? Then she was sinking to her knees in front of him, and his mind went blank. He stared down at her. She was intent on studying his cock, and it jerked and twitched toward her. She hooked her hair behind her ears, then shuffled forward on her knees, so close he could feel her breath, cool against his heated skin.

Was she going to get up? Walk away? Torture him some more?

She licked her lips, and his hips pushed forward without any instruction from his mind. Then she slowly licked from the base of his cock to the tip. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sight. She swirled her tongue around the head, then placed a kiss on the tip and sat back on her heels.

He waited. Did she want him to beg?

“Come on, Summer, don’t make me beg.”

She gave herself a little shake and looked up the line of his body. Her eyes were huge. “Sorry, I was just admiring…it.”

Okay, he could live with that.

“It’s very pretty.”

Pretty?

“And quite big.”

Quite?

Then she grinned and without another word she took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked. His head went back and he gave himself up to the sensations flooding his system. She took him as far in as she could, and he fought from pushing forward, not wanting to hurt her. He bit back his words of advice—she hadn’t said he could talk, and he did not want to give her an excuse to stop this. But she seemed to realize the problem—that he was actually not onlyquite big—and wrapped one small hand around the base of his cock. He relaxed a little, knowing he could thrust without choking her. For minutes, he closed his eyes and let the sensations build in his cock and his balls. Her other hand shifted between his thighs, her fingers stroking, then squeezing gently. The pleasure swelled, and he came in a rush. His hands moved to slide into her hair while he spilled himself into her mouth.

She squeezed his balls, and he couldn’t stop, pumping into her mouth.

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