Page 85 of Bad Boy Breakaway


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“Delicious.” She’s sweet as I lick through her wetness, her arousal coating my lips. “Fuck, you’re dripping.” I lap and suck, swirling my tongue over her clit. She shivers as I make contact with the sensitive bud. I work her pussy, her thighs trembling against my face.

I don’t back down, easing one, then two fingers inside her.

“God…” she moans, a shiver of pleasure shuddering through her.

“I’m not God, Sunshine. Just the guy who’s going to make you forget your own name.” I add a third finger and curl to reach her G-spot.

“Keep going. Please don’t stop.” Her voice is thin and needy as I kiss and fuck her with my fingers. Head tipped back, her dark hair dusts the counter. Her chest heaves, cheeks flushing as I move in and out. She winds her fingers in my hair, tugging slightly. The bite of pain tells me she’s close.

“Eyes on me. I want you to know who’s between your thighs right now, making you feel good.”

She locks her gaze on mine and her muscles tighten as she cries out. “Fuck!”

I grin, satisfied, even as my rock-hard cock pulses in my shorts. “I like how loud that was, Sunshine. Mr. Monty probably heard you come for me.” I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Then I lean over and kiss her. Sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips, I urge her to open to me.

“See how good you taste.” I swirl my tongue around her mouth, her teeth, letting her sample her own juices. “You taste like mine. So messy.”

She laughs softly, a light, melodic tinkle, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

Fuck me.

I want to be inside her right now. Feel her pussy wrapped around my cock, her body smashed up against mine.

Hooking my hands beneath her thighs, I pull her closer to the edge of the marble.

“Careful.” Her brows knit as she sits up, fingers clutching my shoulders.

I brush a stray hair out of her eyes, tuck it behind her ear. “I’ve got you, Sunshine. Still sure?”

What I leave unsaid is there’s no coming back from this. Not for me.

She nods.

“I need to hear it. Say you want to lose control with me.”

Her breath hitches, a sharp little inhale. She meets my gaze, her dark irises nearly swallowed up by her blown pupils.

“Yes, Bennett. Yes.” The words are a soft whisper, warm on my skin.

The sliver of self-control holding me together snaps. I crash my lips to hers, kissing her hard and deep. With onehand, I reach behind her back and unhook her bra. The silky straps slip off her shoulders and I toss the lingerie onto the floor. Then I kiss down her neck, across her chest. I cup her breasts with my hands, bringing the rosy nipples to sharp points. Her skin heats beneath my hands, tiny bumps rising.

“So damn beautiful.” My tongue traces a slow circle around her nipple, then I suck the tip into my mouth. She quivers in my arms as I move to the other side and repeat.

I’m desperate for her.

Grabbing the condom out of my pocket, I tug my shorts off. Rip the foil wrapper open with my teeth.

“You came prepared. Awfully sure of yourself, Steele.” She arches a brow, a smile playing on her lips.

“Always be ready. Learned that on the ice.” I grin as I roll the condom over my hard length.

She tracks the movement, staring down at my sheathed cock with wide eyes.

“That’s…you’re really?—”

“Big. I know.”

“You’re insufferable.” She slaps at my bare chest and I flash her a grin.