Page 119 of Badd B*tch

"Doesn't exist, and don't say that word in reference to yourself ever again."

"Yes, Jax. I won't."

"Good girl."

She growled, then, a wildcat in heat. "Better be careful with that."

"With what?"

"Saying 'good girl' to me." She cupped my balls in one hand and caressed, massaged them, then pulsed her hand around my root. "It does something to me." She swiped a finger through her seam and showed me the glistening tip. "Makes me instantly drip for you."

"Fuck," I breathed. "Let me taste."

Eyes hooded and fiery with arousal, she let me lick her finger clean, and then dipped it back in and let me lick it clean again.

"Fucking sweet as sugar," I mumbled. "Let me taste your pussy. Let me make you come."

"No." She bent over me and draped her loose wild hair over my belly and took me into her mouth, humming around me as she took me and took me until she'd taken all she cared to, and then stuttered her lips back upward, tongue licking and swirling against my shaft on the way up. "I have other plans."

"Oh fuck, baby. Your goddamn mouth."

She teased my balls with her fingernails, making them tighten until they ached. "Yeah? You like it?"

"Fucking heaven."

She caressed my balls with both hands, then, while going down on me, lips sliding and tongue slathering, she didn't tease or hesitate. This was all go, no slow. Having come not that long ago, it took a much longer time for me to start the ascent to orgasm, and she used this to my debilitating ecstasy. She took her time, showing every sign she was enjoying herself. I reached for her again, forgetting, but she pushed my hands back to the mattress and held them there while she bobbed on my cock, taking me to heaven by degrees until I was gasping and snarling and pumping and writhing.

"Tea!" I gasped, arching helplessly. "I'm close. I'm so fucking close, baby."

She moaned around me and kept going. Took me right to the ragged edge of orgasm, heat boiling in my balls, billowing in my belly, radiating through me. And then, just when I was seconds from exploding, she stopped.

Before I could even formulate a thought, she grabbed the string of condoms on the side table, tore one free, opened it, and rolled the condom onto me in a single, smooth movement—and it was all I could do to keep from coming just from her putting the condom on me. She climbed onto me, straddled my belly, lined me up against her opening, and filled herself with me. There was no hesitation or taking her time—she sat down onto me all at once, impaling my cock deep inside her tight, wet, hot pussy.

She rose up, rolled her hips in a wide circle, and then slammed back down onto me, and now she began to ride me in earnest. She braced one hand on my chest and balanced upright, taut perfect ass flexing forward, tits rolling and shaking hypnotically as she rose and fell, grinding and gasping. "Oh fuck, Jax. Your cock was made for me."

All I could do was grab her hips and hold on, pull her down hard and lift her up, meeting her downstrokes with up-thrusts of my own.

"Touch your pussy," I told her.

"Yes, Jax," she breathed, and immediately fit a finger to her clit, a breathless shriek torn from her as she began to circle her clit with her fingertip. "Oh god, oh god."

"Good girl," I said. "Make yourself come."

"The only—oh god, oh god, oh god—the only thing that's gonna make me come is—oh fuck, you feel so fucking huge inside me, Jax. The only thing that can make me come is you."

"So come for me, then."

"I…oh god, oh god—I think I will."

And she did, collapsing forward as she screamed, her orgasm wrenching through and her making her pussy spasm around my cock so tightly I could barely move inside her. She hooked one arm under my neck and crushed my face to her chest, writhing on top of me.

Her orgasm was my undoing. I pulled her knees up and grabbed her ass in both hands, pulled her apart so I could drive deeper, and I planted my heels in the mattress and I fucked her as hard as I could, ramming into her sweet hot wetness with utter abandon, chasing my own release until it hit me like a runaway freight train.

I pulsed inside her and my blood roared in my ears and my whole being contracted as I poured into her, and she wept and wailed through another climax, shuddering on top of me as I drove into her, and she met my furious onslaught of thrusts with rolling, slamming downthrusts onto me so our bodies met with violent claps and cracks, and she screamed and screamed. As the last of my orgasm barreled through me, Tea sat upright on me and rolled her hips in a wide circle, and then drove her hips back and forth, back and forth, milking more from me, and she reached behind herself, leaning forward and lifting up just enough that she could caress my balls again, and somehow, that pulled another clenching, spasming wave of orgasm out of me, wrenching me to such total, helpless limpness that I couldn't even move, when the last wave left me, and Tea went still.

Panting and sweating and trembling, Tea stayed on top of me for a long, long time, until I softened enough that I started slipping out of her.

I moved to get up. "Need to take care of this."