Page 75 of Pucking Bad Boys

I’m done teasing her. I need to show her how hot I think she is with actions rather than words.

Without hesitation, I lower my head between her toned thighs.

The first kiss I place on her pussy is as light as a feather.

“Oh.” She exhales.

I kiss her a few more times, increasing the pressure of my lips each time.

Her breathing becomes more labored, her perfect tits rising and falling with each breath.

Then I flick my tongue over her clit. Again, I start without too much pressure, just to gauge her reaction.

I’m rewarded with a soft gasp and a clench of her thigh muscles.

The next flick of my tongue is a little harder as I draw a circle over her little bundle of nerves.

“God.”

I smile. We’re on the right path.

Just when she begins to moan, I stop licking and close my mouth over her clit, sucking on it.

“Macklin.” She pants, fisting my comforter in her hands.

That’s my cue to kiss her the way I want. Licking and sucking on her clit, massaging her soft, silky skin with my mouth the same way I would do if I were kissing hers.

Talia’s muscles tense up as more moans slip out of her.

I don’t stop. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

The way she tastes, the noises she’s making, and her sleek, soft skin are addictive.

I’ll have to find a way to turn this fake relationship into a real one. Because she’s like a drug and like every junkie, I’ll do anything to get my next fix.

“Oh my God, Macklin. I—” her voice cracks with her first shudder.

The way she withers and moans under my mouth as I keep licking and sucking is music to my ears, and I don’t stop until her cries of pleasure ebb away and she cups my face with her hands.

“Stop.” She’s breathing hard, her eyes darker than normal.

“Too sensitive?”

She nods. “A little. But that was…”

I take Talia into my arms, dragging her against the pillows by the headboard. “So it looks to me,” I say, shifting onto one side, keeping my arms around her, “that you aren’t broken after all.”

Her cheeks are already flushed by the orgasm she just had, but they redden more as she blushes. “It looks like I wasn’t.”

The way she’s looking at me is everything.

“I can’t believe I’ve waited all this time to find out what an orgasm felt like.”

“And?” I provoke her.

“I’m a fan. I hope my first orgasm wasn’t my last.”

I run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “Not if I have anything to do with that, baby. There are so many ways I can make you come, and I can’t wait to try them all.”