Page 48 of Bad Boy Crush

When they arrived, he didn’t drop her onto the bed but sat down, adjusting her so that she was straddling his lap once again. He swept some of her damp hair off her forehead as she unknotted the sleeves of the plaid shirt from her waist and dropped it to the floor.

“Ant…”

“Yeah, honey.”

God, it turned her on when he was sweet. Rather than say more, she bent her head and touched her mouth to his. This kiss was slow and thorough. He signed on for the easy pace, slipping his palms beneath the hem of her dress to squeeze her ass with both hands. He grunted into her mouth and then tangled his tongue with hers.

He slid her dress up and over her waist, to her ribs, and finally over her head. Then he turned his full attention to her breasts, his hands cupping them through her bra. Impatient for him to touch her, she reached behind her back and unhooked the damn thing.

Her chest heaved as her breath sawed in and out of her lungs. He lifted his eyes to hers and offered a soft smile, but he didn’t need to tell her that he liked what he saw. He showed her instead. Carefully, he slipped the bra straps from her shoulders and revealed her breasts. Only then did he look down at his thumbs on her nipples. She moaned, shifting on his lap as each rasping, rough scrape echoed through the heart of her.

When he suckled one of her nipples into his warm, inviting mouth, she nearly came. She ground down on his cock, swiveling her hips in search of relief from the pounding in her center. He moved his tongue in circles, relentlessly teasing her.

“Ant.” His name was a plea that sailed out on a breath.

“Yes, ma’am?” He blew on her damp nipple, causing it to pucker painfully.

She pulled his hair. “More.”

“You got it.” In a blink, she was on her back, his big body hovering over hers while he continued to lave her nipples. He dragged four fingers down her torso and swept away her panties. He tickled her clit with the pad of his middle finger before sliding that same finger deep inside her. He repeated the motion, his mouth busy on her breasts while she shuddered beneath him.

Eyes squeezed shut, she tried to catch her breath before she came. No luck. Her orgasm came into sharp focus, damn near blinding her with its intensity. The buzz in her limbs persisted while the throbbing in her center gradually dulled. He rested his palm over her and applied pressure.

“Goddamn gorgeous,” he growled. “Let’s do that again.”

“Yes,” was the only answer.

He dipped his finger in and back out again, smoothing her wetness over her most sensitive spot. He raked his chin over her nipple and then gave it a tender bite.

She bucked against his hand. She both wanted to come again and never wanted this to end. Her body gave her no choice. She came on a cry, her head thrashing on the pillow. She clamped her thighs together to halt the delicious pressure from his fingers. He gave her a reprieve, easing his hand away as she rolled to one side.

Her face was numb, her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. She heard thunder, farther away than before. Rain gently pattered the roof. She and Mother Nature must have both needed that.

He looped an arm around her belly and stuck his nose into her hair. “Replacing bad memories with good. One orgasm at a time.”

She laughed.

“You up for more?”

She peeked over her shoulder to face him. “Hell, yes.”

“Here to serve.” He stood and stripped off his clothes, watching her the entire time. He didn’t rush as he kicked off his shoes, dropped his shorts. When he shucked his briefs, she was given a full view of the cock she’d felt but had yet to admire.

She couldn’t remember having ever admired a penis before. Then again, she’d never seen one like his. Thick but not too thick. Long but not too long. God, it was beautiful. Perfect. A goddamn work of art.

Overcome with the urge to lick the smooth tip before swallowing it to the root, she propped herself onto her elbow and encircled the width with one hand.

“Lou,” was all he was able to say before she opened her mouth and dove in. Stroking his shaft, she moaned around his girth as he grew inside her mouth. He was exquisite. A delicacy. As she savored every inch of him, she lamented not having the chance to do this sooner. All that time she’d wasted being “angry” with him when she could have been sucking his incredible dick.

What a shame.

Her name rolled off his lips like a prayer. Lourdes. Lourdes. He swore, then swore again, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. She dove in and pulled away over and over, until she lost track of his pleasure and focused on her own. On the sweet buildup between her legs. The undeniable pulse begging for release with each of her erratic heartbeats. She touched herself, desperate for relief, and that’s when he clasped her wrist.

“Enough.” He backed his hips away, stealing the prize from her mouth. Then he a curled knuckle beneath her chin and swiped her bottom lip with his thumb. “Spread your legs. It’s my turn now.”

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Lourdes was laid out before him like a buffet. Her breasts were pert, nipples erect. Her legs were open, her chest rising and falling with her breath. And those eyes. Fucking killing him. Blue eyes that were drowning in wide, dark pupils. Her hair was a disaster on the pillow, her cheeks flushed from her orgasms.