Page 7 of Naughty and Nice

The pleasure was intense. She didn’t think she would ever recover from it, but his tongue was a dream. Better than a dream. She had thought his fingers were amazing, but none of them compared to the pleasure of his mouth—especially his tongue as it danced across her clit, circling. When he used his teeth, she couldn’t help but tense up.

Rebel created just a little pain, but it was on the same path of pleasure. She couldn’t stand it.

Willow felt her orgasm start to build, and she didn’t know if anything was wrong with her, because she was so close to her second release. Were women supposed to take their time? Weren’t they supposed to make men work for it? Or was Rebel so talented, he knew what parts of her body to touch to heighten her need for him?

“Please!”

That one word spilled from her lips, and then she screamed. “Rebel!”

He had made that promise to her that she’d be screaming his name, and he was right. What he was doing to her body was insane.

She didn’t want it to stop, but she also wasn’t sure if she could handle it. He was setting her body on fire, filling her with need, and then sending her over the edge into oblivion. It was such a beautiful dance. Her second orgasm was even better than the first.

Rebel pressed a kiss to her clit and then he pulled away, but he was far from done with her. He grabbed her hips, pulling her toward the edge of the pool table, but this time he spun her so she was bent over. Willow couldn’t do anything but comply.

He pressed her legs open and she heard the zipper as it slid down. In the next second, she felt the hard, bulbous head of his cock as he worked it between her slit. She moaned his name and then, inch by inch, he began to slide inside her. Never had she felt anything so thick, so long, so hard. She had no choice but to hold onto the edge of the pool table as she was so close to losing her mind.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.

He grabbed her hips and then slammed the last few inches inside her. “Oh, baby, you like that, don’t you? You like to feel my cock inside you.”

Rebel pulled out so that only a few inches of him was inside her, and then thrust in hard, slapping his pelvis against her ass. She whimpered his name. It felt so good.

“Do you like my dick inside you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good, because my dick loves being inside you.” He pulled out of her, and this time he didn’t stop. Rebel fucked her.

Willow had thought she didn’t like sex. She had thought so many things in the last few years, but it was all bullshit. The truth was she had been with the wrong men.

Rebel was the right man, and his cock was a dream—one she didn’t want to wake up from.

Chapter Three

Rebel had enjoyed his share of women. There was no doubt about it, he loved pussy and tits, and he loved women. None of them could even compare to Willow.

Her pussy was so fucking tight and wet. He loved her responses to him, how sensitive her body was, and how perfect she felt wrapped around his cock. He loved gripping her hips, keeping her in place as he drove into her again and again.

Rebel pulled out of her so that only the tip of his cock remained, and he saw his slick length covered in her release.

Staring at her entrance, which was filled with the tip of his cock, he slowly slid inside, watching his cock disappear inside her body. The sight was better than any kind of porn. This was heaven. He had been thinking about this for longer than a year, and it was even better than he imagined it would be. She was perfect.

He pulled out of her and this time, he pulled out to see her pussy still wide open. Then he grabbed his cock and fed that little cunt his dick. Grabbing her hips once again, he couldn’t resist and pounded inside her, feeling his orgasm coming close to the surface. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself focused and not to come too soon.

Rebel had a feeling Willow’s previous experiences had been shit. He was going to rid her memory of every other encounter. She was going to belong entirely to him. He stopped with his cock balls-deep inside her.

Rebel knew he wanted her.

Her father had asked for him to keep an eye on her, and for the past year he had done exactly that, and for over a year he hadn’t been with any other women.

Last year, when he arrived at Christmas Eve, he had every intention of just introducing himself, letting her know he’d be keeping an eye on the bar. One look at her, and he hadn’t been able to control himself. He had wanted her. Rebel couldn’t recall ever wanting a woman before with this kind of passion. It was a need.

Even when he wasn’t near Willow, he found himself thinking about her. Even his men had noticed a difference in him, and they wanted to know who this Willow was.

He had banned them all from coming to the bar, because he hadn’t wanted to frighten her. The club was a handful, and they were not all the nicest bunch. He had been on the road for as long as he could remember, and as he did, he had picked up strays along the way. They had no place to call home, and tended to move around a lot.

Pushing the problems his club had to the back of his mind, he instead drew his attention back to the perfect pussy that was wrapped around his cock. He was so close to orgasm.