Page 11 of Bad Desire

Michael falls to hisknees before her, right there on the kitchen floor, not even caring if she hears them creak. He shoves up her skirt, sets his face against her the way she did with him on the porch. He breathes her in. His mouth on the wet crotch of her panties, his nose taking in the ocean scent of her sweet pussy.

“Mick,” she moans, making it sound like “fuck.” And her hands go right into his hair, fisting tight.

He holds Lily’s hips to keep her still. He puts his teeth on the waistband of her underwear and drags the silk down until it falls to her ankles. And then she’s bare. Glistening. Swollen. Lips flushed for the kiss he’s been aching to give her. Goddamn, she’s beautiful with her thighs trembling and her head falling back. And even more gorgeous when he licks from her slit to her clit and draws little whimpers from her throat. The taste of her overwhelms him like a drowning wave. Briny and heady.

“So good,” he murmurs, and she jolts into the word stroking her soft skin. “So fucking good. Just like I knew you’d be.”

Lily says something in a language he doesn’t speak and may never understand, the syllables punctuated by gasps and guttural cries. She moves restlessly against the wall. Something about this girl makes it impossible to wait for a bed. He has to have hernow, eating her sloppy and nasty with his own rough noises. She’s hot. So hungry. But he’s starving. Precum drips from his tight dick as he tongues up inside her. Feasting on her. Chin soaked with her desire.

“Michael...Michael...” His name sounds like the best song never written, the way she says it. All hoarse and desperate and wanting. “Let me...I need to...Ineed...” she sobs.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he assures, rubbing his nose up and down the crease between her thigh and her pussy. Memorizing the smell of her and how she feels when she’s right on the edge. Quivering, clenching, rocking into his face. He pulls her forward, and strokes the cleft of her ass, strumming her like an instrument. And when he circles that tight little hole and teases inward, she goes off. Squirming and thrashing, tugging on his hair, cumming on him. It’s like the tide rolling in with her hips. So wet, a force of nature. Michael goes with her, cum drenching the front of his jeans like a kid with his first hard-on.

Jesus fuck. He can’t move. Can’t think. They just stay there, a messy tangle, breathing harsh. Then Lily pulls on his hair, urging him to look up. Her pupils are blown wide. Her smile is like a siren’s.

“Take off your pants, Michael. Let me lick you clean.”

Eight

Michael doesn’t reallyknow how they end up in his bedroom. His brain’s been shorted out since she offered to lick him clean. Purring those words at him while the taste of her cunt was fresh on his lips.Goddamn.There was stumbling. There were stairs. Kisses that went on and on. White-hot lust buzzes between his ears as she stalks him back toward his bed now, challenge in those gorgeous lust-drunk eyes.

Lily’s a woman on a mission. Her mouth is bee-stung—kiss-stung—her nipples tight little peaks. Her wet hair clings to her neck and shoulders. They should dry off before they catch cold, but Mick can’t do anything but let her press him back on the mattress as she works the fly of his cum-soaked jeans. He helps her tug them and his boxer-briefs off and kicks them away. “Fuck, Lily, fuck,” he keeps gasping like a hack songwriter’s most unimaginative bridge.

Her tongue on him is torture and rapture at the same time. She licks and sucks and it’s not so much cleaning as dirtying him up even more. Slicking him with her saliva and the drops of precum at his tip as he gets another erection. A goddamn miracle. He’s not going to waste it this time. He has to cum inside her. While she’s scratching his back and screaming his name.

Lily mewls in protest when he pulls her off his dick and urges her up. He swallows the hungry little sound, slanting his mouth across hers. She’s so willing. So open. Golden skin flushed, legs spread and welcoming him between them. She can claim she seduced him all she likes, but it wasn’t that far for him to fall. Not if it meant landing beneath her like this.

He’s notched right up against her. All she has to is take him. The first woman since his marriage that he wants to fuck bare. He can feel it already. The velvety grip of her pussy around his dick. Her honey drenching him. Cumming in her until she’s dripping, making a wet spot on the coverlet.Fuck, it’s wrong. It’s too soon. Too much. Not enough.Michael flings out his hand, flailing for the nightstand drawer and condoms. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, pulling away just enough to grab a foil packet. “Sweetheart, let me protect you.”

Draped over him, a silken sex blanket, Lily rubs her folds along the underside of his shaft. Getting herself off while getting to him. “This is the safest I’ve ever felt,” she whispers, rolling her hips into his again and again.

Me, too.The automatic response teeters at the back of his throat. Natural. Easy. Honest. Like everything so far has been with Lily. He loves being in this girl’s arms. Which is why he unrolls the condom over his straining hard-on and ignores the wild impulse to do it raw. She deserves care. She deserves respect. She deserves more than a busted old rocker can give her.

Lily touches and kisses him, hands finding strings to strum and skins to hit. And then her lips open on an ‘o’ as he pushes up into her. She presses her knees into his hips, tilts her pelvis. Then they’re sinking together slow. Inch by inch. “Mick,” she moans. “Oh my god.” The syllables draw out as he bottoms out.

Christ, she’s so wet and tight. Clasping him like the silkiest glove. “Do you like that, Lily darlin’? How I make you feel?”

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