Page 75 of Badd B*tch

She whimpered as I slid my fingertip up and down the slight, damp gap of her seam, pausing at the top to tease the keyhole where her clit was. “Jax!"

"I'm not even touching you yet, sweetheart." I nuzzled her ear. "But you want me to, don't you?"

She nodded. "Yes. I do. Please. Please, Jax."

"Please what?"

She let out a sexy little wildcat snarl of frustration at my game. "Touch me," she whispered, the words barely audible. "Please. Touch me—touch my…touch my pussy, Jax. Help me come."

"As you wish," I whispered, and dove my hand under the elastic.

I groaned at the soft, hot silk of her skin under my fingers, at the way she immediately tipped her hips up at the first contact, seeking more. I gave her more, slipped my middle finger inside her.

“Fuck me, you're absolutely fucking soaked, baby," I whispered. "You're dripping for me, Tea."

She just whimpered wordlessly, turning her face into my chest and biting down, gently taking a mouthful of skin and muscle and giving a soft little scream.

Fuck, this woman was going to utterly ruin me; she would be my undoing. If she wasn't meant to be mine, then I was gonna swear off women and sex and love entirely, because I swear to fucking god, she was made for me; I just…knew her. I don't know how, couldn’t even begin to guess how or why. But I just knew. I felt her. I felt her needs, her desires. I could almost hear her thoughts.

Right now, she wanted more.

I slicked my finger deep inside her again, withdrew it slowly, dragged it up through her lips, and found her clit. She jerked when I made contact with that hard, hidden button of nerve endings. Her clit was a hard little nubbin almost lost in the delicate folds of her pussy, yet when the pad of my middle finger touched her, just once, she fucking lost it. She writhed, arching, mouth open in a silent scream.

From one touch.

Jesus.

When I finally got to taste her, I was gonna make her see God.

For now, I wanted to explore her pleasure, find all the things she liked, find out how she responded.

She settled back down to the ground as I slid my finger back inside her, only to drag it back out and bring it to her clit, and this time, I circled there, using a light, teasing touch.

She screamed.

I nipped her earlobe, whispered. "So fucking sensitive, Tea."

"Mmm-hmmm!"

Unable to stop myself, even knowing how bad it was gonna hurt, I twisted down to take her breast in my mouth, suckling her nipple until she arched into me, and at the same time, I circled her clit with my fingertip.

This time, she couldn’t even scream, could only writhe and buck, arch and jackknife, silent and gasping, mouth working, eyes wide and almost scared on mine.

I nuzzled her lip. "Breathe, baby. Breathe!"

She sucked in a desperate breath, then started panting. “Jax! Holy shit!"

"Barely started, Sweet Thing." I flicked her nipple with my tongue, and she jerked. "Imagine that.” I did it again with the same intense response, and then fingered her clit, “here."

"Ohh!” she gasped. "Oh god. Oh god. Jax!"

I had to abandon her tits, then, because the ache in my side was making it hard to breathe, and if Tea noticed that, it was game over; she'd make me stop. And there was no fucking way I was letting anything get in the way of watching this woman come for me at least once.

She bucked and writhed on the ground, panting, keening through clenched teeth, and with each jerk of her body, her high, proud, perfect tits shuddered and circled and jiggled, and my cock was coming back to life just watching her like this.

More. I needed more.

I dipped my middle finger back inside her, withdrew it. When I didn’t touch it to her clit again, her eyes opened onto mine; this suited my intentions perfectly. I popped that glistening, essence-coated finger into my mouth and licked it clean, humming a very real growl of delight.