Page 59 of The Bad Girl
He sticks his thumb in my mouth then brings it down between my legs, flicking it against my clit. I moan in response, my legs trembling.
A bad girl tells a man what she wants. She directs him. She instructs him. And she doesn’t let him leave until she’s finished.
I’m dizzy with lust, unsure if I can think straight enough to issue any commands. One part of me wants to suck that huge cock of his, another part wants to make him clean up the mess I’m making.
I run my fingers through his hair, then push him downward. He kisses my collar bone, my breasts, the tip of each nipple, down my stomach to my waiting cunt.
“What would you like me to do?” he says, his voice thick with want.
Tell him what you want. Demand it.
“Lick me clean, and then, get me off.”
“Your wish is my command.”
A half-second later, his tongue is lapping at my inner thighs, working its way towards my delicate folds until he dives his tongue into me, emitting deep, throaty moans.
His tongue touches every part of me, save the place I want it most, my clit, drawing out my passion, and keeping me edging towards what feels like oblivion.
He’s like a machine, licking, sucking, tasting, dancing, shoving his tongue as far as he can into the heat of my loins before flawlessly gliding up my slit, around the top, coming ever so close to the nuclear button.
I cry out, panting, shaking, needing release.
His fingers join the party, entering me, sending me teetering close to the edge, and when his tongue finally glides across my engorged pearl, I let loose a scream as I’m delivered to heaven.
My legs clamp around his head as I twist, buck, jolt, and ride the intense waves of pleasure. He licks eagerly, clearly relishing the job at hand, until my body finally calms, and I’m delivered into a different urgency.
I push him off. He smiles up at me, greatly satisfied. “Do you need a nap? You look exhausted.”
“No,” I reply back as I find myself craving him in a different way, “I need you up here. Now!”
The urgency of my voice provokes his quick response. He lifts me, tossing me further up on the bed.
“I need you inside me,” I whimper.
He pulls off his shirt, shorts, and boxer briefs, his enormous cock bobbing as he crawls towards me on the bed.
My legs wrap around him, and I feel his cock’s massive head graze my sensitive flesh.
I cry out, and soon, he has me breached. I cry out again, this time, a guttural moan that’s an equal mix of pleasure and pain.
He fills me completely, a solid, thick tower that seems impossibly big for my pussy, but nonetheless, the pain it inflicts is sweet. Something I never knew I wanted.
He rides me, roughly and without apology, the whole time gazing into my eyes. I feel my body responding to him, greedy, wanting to come again.
“Are you close?” he rasps.
And without warning, my passion spills, and I feel the walls of my pussy pulsing around his imposing cock.
He lets out his own groan, covering my mouth with his, and the taste and smell of my sensual fluids on his tongue only heightens my climax.
Finally, the thrusts cease, and he falls to my side. I turn towards him, and we cradle each other.
“What do we do now?” I finally say after several minutes.
“I think it’s best you go to sleep.” He kisses my forehead, running his hands through my hair. “Sweet dreams, Nadine.”
The excitement of the day has done me in. Exhausted, I close my eyes, welcoming the warm embrace of nothingness.
