Bad Boy Blues Read online Saffron A. Kent

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 128097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
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“Need your pussy on my face while you’re sucking me off,” he mutters.

His words alone cause a mini-orgasm in me and I fall on the bed, on my elbows, my wild blue hair making a curtain around my lips and his cock.

Two things that are made for each other.

Then he takes a long, greedy swipe of my pussy and I lose my mind.

I burn and the only way to soothe it is to wrap my naked lips around his cock again.

Oh God, this is sixty-nine, isn’t it?

Why does it make me feel so fucking dirty and turned on at the same time?

My sucks stutter when I feel his fingers rubbing up my wet slit.

It makes me moan, those blunt fingers playing with me while I’m giving him head. My nails dig into his thighs and my breasts press into his flexing stomach as I come up for air before putting him back in my mouth, trying to take him in even further.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he groans over me. “And you shaved for me, didn’t you?”

My answer is to moan around his shaft because yes, I did. Besides putting on a tight t-shirt and short shorts, I shaved down there.

Maybe I wanted this to happen. I wanted him to lick me and finger me while being sprawled on him like this.

His hips are moving slightly. Not too much but just enough that I have to loosen my mouth and let him have his way. I jerk when I feel his fingers over the seam of my ass.

“I told you next time I’ll stick a finger up there, remember?”

I moan again, and writhe my ass in the air, inviting him.

His chuckle is pained. “But I lied.”

I bite him lightly for that comment.

He chuckles again. “I’m not only going to finger your ass, Blue. I’m also going to stick it up your pussy.”

I gasp and almost dislodge his dick from my lips.

His words are slurred and halting like he’s losing all control. His thighs are clenched up tight and I think he’s going to come.

And I think if he does what he promised to do, I’ll come with him.

I prepare myself for the invasion but I guess I’m so wet that I don’t feel the pained impact when he inserts his thumb in my pussy. I feel a slight pressure and a little stretch when he moves it around a bit but it’s not bad.

Not at all.

It’s so fucking good.

The moment he slides that wet, lubed-up thumb over the crease of my ass and circles my pleated hole, I feel his cock spurting pre-cum on my tongue.

He emits a long grunt that reverberates through me, down to my toes.

Just as I come up for air, Zach slides his thumb inside my ass and I moan over the head of his dick. It jerks on my tongue and I latch on to it and suck on it like it’s my job.

It feels weird and new and painfully erotic, his thumb in my ass.

But he doesn’t stop there. He slides a long finger inside my pussy, which apparently goes pretty easily, and I almost swallow up his dick, sobbing over it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Goddamn, Blue.”

I feel him moving his fingers inside me, inside both my holes, and the pressure starts building. I know I’m close. I know he’s close too.

“I can feel it, baby,” he pants. “I can feel your cherry. It’s there. It’s tiny and it won’t let me get through. Feels like it’s taunting me.”

The last part of his speech is less words and more grunts.

You should bust it then. Tear it open so you can get in.

Just as that thought flashes through my mind all bright and shiny like a star, I come.

I spasm around his fingers and that makes his shaft jerk inside my mouth. I let his head go and peek out my tongue so he can come on it like I’m coming on his fingers.

The tightness and convulsions of his body match mine. And so do our noises. Probably our heartbeats match too, in this moment.

I drink him down all the while he’s milking me. His taste is just as I imagined it to be. Musky and spicy and him.

So fucking him.

So fucking Zach.

The guy I belong to. The guy who thinks I’m his prize.

Somehow, he also feels like the guy I should give everything to. Even my virginity.

I’m dying.

Or at least, it feels like it. The pain is so intense and it came on so suddenly that I can’t breathe.

I’m at the threshold of the kitchen, trying to catch a glimpse of Zach because I know he comes in for breakfast in the mornings, just after his workout.

We’ve shared a few meals that way. All he does is stare at me and all I do is talk up a storm with Maggie and try not to blush.


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