Page 75 of Betting on the Bad Boy
Stopping was the last thing on my mind. I was going to make her come so hard she’d be begging me for more. I picked up one of her legs and put it up over my shoulder. The angle of my oral assault shifted, and she moaned. The guttural sound came from the back of her throat, and she tightened.
I backed off. She wasn’t going to get off so easily, not this time.
Her hand plunged into my hair. “Come on.”
With one hand supporting her underneath, I slipped the other under her bra and rolled a nipple between my fingers. It hardened, and I moved my fingers over to the other one. I skimmed my tongue over her, and she gasped.
“Please. I need you...now.”
“Ask me nicely,” I teased.
“Just do it. Finish it, dammit.”
My tongue stroked, and my lips gently sucked away her resolve. “Not until you say my name.” I pulled back and met her eyes.
She put both hands behind my head and nudged me back into her. I slipped a finger inside. She was so wet. So incredibly, perfectly wet for me.
“Please, Dante,” she whispered. She looked down at me through unfocused eyes.
As my fingers teased, in and out, I pushed my tongue inside her, swirling it around and sending her to the edge.
“Dante, oh god.” Our eyes met and held. “Dante.”
I sucked gently, and she writhed under my touch, my fingers sliding in and out as her orgasm gathered momentum. Then wave after wave crashed over her. She was so fucking beautiful when she came.
Finally, she lifted her leg off my shoulder and pulled away.
“Faith, that was?—”
“Do you have anything?”
“What do you mean?”
“A condom. Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Give it to me.”
I took the packet out of my pocket and handed it to her. She unbuttoned my jeans, yanking my pants and boxers down in a jerky movement. I was so fucking turned on. My cock sprang out of my pants, and she grabbed it in her hands, unrolling the condom down my length.
She turned around, putting her back to me, and looked at me over her shoulder. “Come on, Dante. Your turn.”
I moved toward her, and she bent forward at the waist, grabbing the fence with both hands. I guided myself into her, feeling her clench around me.
“Oh Faith, shit, you feel so good.”
She rocked back toward me, sending me deeper. I wasn’t ready, and it caught me off balance. I grabbed her around the waist, driving deep inside. We found our rhythm. Every time I plunged forward, she rocked back, using her hands to push against the gate. Fuck. I couldn’t hold back. I released into her, my knees so weak I had to tighten my grip around her waist to keep from collapsing.
“You done back there?” she asked.
Heat washed over my cheeks.
“Um, yeah.” I backed away, taking care of the condom. By the time I turned around, she was already stepping into her jeans.
“Faith, I, uh?—”
She planted a kiss on my cheek. “Good timing, Dante. I really needed a break. Same time tomorrow?”
