Page 55 of Bad for You

She trembled against me and nodded. “Y-yes, please.”

That soft plea ripped through me. Fuck, I was close to coming in my jeans. That’s all it took—Lila wanting me to touch her.

“What color?”

“Hmmm?”

“Your panties. Bet they’re pretty. All silky and dainty.”

“I l-like nice underwear.”

Yeah, she did. And every morning I wanted to know what she was sliding on, how they’d look molded to her gorgeous body.

“What color, baby?”

“Purple.”

I groaned again and my dick throbbed harder.

Her and me, we should be impossible. To anyone looking in we were wrong for each other in every way. But when I was with her like this, just her and me, nothing felt more right. Nothing.

“You want me to make you come?” I said between kisses, running my knuckles along the seam of her pussy over those silky panties, waiting. Holding my breath.

She shook harder. “Yes.”

Fuck. I pressed deeper.

Lila gasped softly.

“You need it bad, don’t you, Bambi?”

“Yes. I’m…I’m so wet,” she whispered.

“Been dying to touch your pussy again, been dreaming about it, rubbing off to it.” I leaned back a bit into the corner of the couch and she came with me, lying against my chest as I pushed my hands down the front of her pretty panties. “Spread wider for me…that’s it.”

My hand actually shook as I pushed deeper into her underwear.

I groaned when my fingers slid over her slick, hot pussy. “You feel so good.” I started off nice and slow, gently gliding my finger through her pussy lips, grazing her little clit, working her up.

She pressed her face against the side of my throat and spread her thighs even wider for me.

Yeah, shit, that was hot. I kept it up, teasing her, avoiding her clit this time, her tight opening, and curled my other arm around her, sliding up under her shirt and cupping her breast again.

We were close to the party but away from the action, shadowed under the small porch and covered by a quilt.

“Can’t wait to get my mouth on you again,” I said low, and dipped my finger circling her opening. “Push my tongue in here, make you come against my mouth. You taste so good, Lila, did you know that?”

She whimpered and shook her head, her hips moving restlessly.

“You liked my mouth on you, didn’t you, Bambi?” I asked, and shit, the way my voice was pitched, the way the words came out, there was no missing how hungry I was for her.

She gifted me with the sweetest sob. “Y-yes.” Her mouth opened against my throat and she tilted her hips, trying to get my finger inside her. “Jesse, I need…”

“I know, baby,” I said and teased her opening again, rubbing over it several more times before finally, so slowly, pushing the tip of my finger inside.

She gasped and it broke at the end.

Then her hand dropped and tried to shove my finger deeper and she cried out. “P-please, more.”