Page 74 of Pucking Bad Boys

She responds eagerly, holding me close with her arms at the nape of my neck. I would kiss Talia for hours, but since time is ticking, I get to work.

I explore her with my open mouth in a similar way to how I kissed her before, when I had her pressed against my desk. Talia loves having her nipples licked and sucked, and I’m addicted to the little sounds she makes. Especially when my teeth come out to play.

By the time I move on, she’s breathing faster, ready for more.

The skin of her ribs and stomach is so smooth and soft that I cover every exposed inch on my way down to the waistband of those sexy panties.

Rather than lifting the soft fabric like I’m dying to do, I drag my lips over her underwear. They’re light, teasing kisses, but things change when I reach her clit. I open my mouth and flick my tongue over it, leaving a wet spot on the light blue silk.

“Oh my God.” Talia pants.

That earns her an open-mouthed kiss. I suck lightly, already drunk on her scent even through the material of her panties.

Her hips buck up, chasing more contact, but I scoot down to her feet instead.

I kiss her ankle and work my way up her calf, slowly, keeping my eyes on her face.

“Macklin,” she begs, propping herself up on her elbows to look at me. “This is nice, but what you were doing a minute ago was…”

“Better?” I supply, unable to resist smiling.

She nods. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so… good.”

“That’s great to know, baby. Now, relax.” I demand, returning to her shapely leg.

“I know what you’re doing.” Her voice trembles when I reach the side of her knee. “You’re trying to torture me.”

My smile widens. “Do you hate it?”

She shakes her head. “No, but…”

“Then just enjoy it.”

Talia’s head lolls back as she exhales a resigned breath.

I would nothing more than to tease her until she either begs me or orders me to do what she wants. But time is ticking, so I eventually reach her inner thighs.

“Can I take these off?” My fingers are hooked under the side of her panties.

“Please.” She lifts her hips to help me slide her underwear down her legs.

I’ve imagined her naked a million times before, and I’ve always wondered if she kept a totally natural look down there or what other kind of look she went for.

It wouldn’t have mattered either way. I would have found her beautiful, regardless. But when my eyes land on the bare, smooth skin of her pussy, my cock throbs in approval.

“I hope you know that you’re perfect.” I say with my face a breath away from where she needs me most.

Talia covers her face with her forearm. “I’m not perfect. Far from it.”

Fuck, no.

I scoot back up. “Baby,” I whisper, running my lips over the length of her forearm until she moves it away and looks at me. “I don’t know how it’s possible that you don’t see it. But believe me when I say that you’re gorgeous. Breathtaking.”

“Ok.” She doesn’t sound convinced, and I wonder what made her doubt what I’m sure she must see in the mirror every day. But now isn’t the time to get into it.

“You’re beautiful, Talia.” I give her a soft, lingering kiss.

But when Talia tries to wrap her arms around my neck, I move them away, kissing her hands as I place them at her sides.