Wed to the Bad Boy(103)

He had buried his face against my throat, biting the arch of my shoulder. That tongue had been wandering and I could feel the cool air against the moisture. Feel the way it contrasted with the heat of his breath.

He was so focused on not losing control that it was easy to slip a wrist free of his grip. Utterly unafraid, I let my fingers trace over the bulge of his cock. I gripped the button and pulled it free, letting my knuckles brush over the tight muscles of his stomach. It was damp and I growled in satisfaction.

The damn nearly burst.

He snarled, suddenly grabbing me by my hair, his eyes wild. I couldn’t push him much further or the tension would break. I wanted to laugh in delight, but I couldn’t breathe.

Exhilarated, I savored the smile that spread over my features. It had been years since I had felt so free. So powerful. So willing to trust.

This was my man. My man. Powerful. Strong. Willing. And ready.

It was time to give back the power. I knew without asking that it would be a pleasure to do so.

Relaxing, I whispered into his ear, “Fuck me, Cullen.” I purred, my tongue clicking lightly in the back of my throat. “Please fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he growled, his grip on my wrist suddenly heavy.

He loomed over me, a beautiful specimen of a man. Strong and tall. A glorious threat. He’d let me have mine. Now I wanted nothing more than to be his..

One more time. I was going to be his.

He backed away from me, this time with purpose, playing the game against me.

His lip curled, half wicked boy, half powerful man, and he told me, “You are going to cum when I tell you to cum, Lala. You are going to shake and writhe for me, and you are going to do it over and over tonight.” His tone made it clear that he was going to enjoy this as much as I would, “And when you are done, you’re gonna beg me for more.”

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He left my shirt on as he pulled it up, just a little, just enough to expose my pussy to the air. He wanted to see me shiver, and I bit my lip lightly with a groan, letting the cool air do its work.

“Spread your legs, Layla. I want to see you.”

I did as I was told.

I spread my legs for him, as those bright green eyes looked me over, claiming every inch of me for himself. They lingered on the soft pearl of flesh between my nether-lips and bared his teeth into a grin.

Slowly, he bent down, watching me watch him, and then he kissed me. Right there. Right on that little nub. The wet, firm heat of his tongue sent shocks through me.

A breathless, heavy groan escaped my lips, the begging of an animal. Real and shameless. But he wanted to hear me say it.

“Who’s going to beg?” he said, hardening his voice to control it.

“Me,” I gasped.

“Please, Cul. Please. Kiss me again.” I gasped the words, shuddering around the last three.

“Only when you give me everything I want, Lala.”

“I promise. I promise.” I tried to rise. I was ready to obey, but he pushed me back down again. Bit lightly on the flesh of my thigh.

“When I say so.”

I was reduced to whimpering, but he bent down again and kissed me, flicking his tongue over my clit as he did so, letting me feel exactly what I wanted.

It shook me, rocked me so hard. I could feel each and every one of his breaths as he hesitated.

“Please.” I managed. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. I needed him. More of him. All of him.

Abandoning words, I licked the air, my eyelids heavy as I looked down into those determined eyes. I cooed, writhing for more.

Satisfied, he dove in.

That hot, wet mouth came down on me, licking and caressing me as he snaked a finger into my pussy, my juices coating him as he started stroking me in a come-hither motion.

Damn, it felt so fucking good.

“Oh! Ughhhh!” I cried out.

My groans became little moans as he increased the pace, licking and thrusting into me until my whole body was trembling. Until I was grinding against him for more.

His fingers weren’t enough. I needed his cock inside me. The walls of my pussy clenched tight, telling him what I was too breathless to say.

“Fuck me, Cullen,” I begged. “Fuck me. Please!”

Those eyes told me he was going to.

But not yet.

He was right. I was going to cum. And then beg for it again and again.

I didn’t need his voice to push me over the edge, but he knew me too well. As I was ready to cascade, he moaned into my pussy.

And my body erupted. All the walls I’d built over the years crashed down in the orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure slamming into me.

It felt so damn good that I screamed - literally screamed his name.

And he held on for the ride, licking and stroking me inside until I couldn’t take it any more. Until it was too much. I cried out silently, then aloud, as the pleasure tumbled through my body, shuddering through my arms and arching my back.