smiled at him. “I think there is something you need to do before I leave.”
He grinned, playing along. “Finish the tattoo?”
Her smiled broadened, enjoying the game and that he was making her work for it even as he hardened against her leg. He was playing dumb but she understood he knew exactly what she was talking about. “No. I think I’m in the mood to be poked by something other than needles.”
“You are?”
“Mm-hmm,” she murmured as she nodded slowly, her lips forming a small smile.
Stiles watched her a moment as her incredibly sexy smile called to him. He resisted the urge to kiss her, but only for a moment, before leaning down and taking her lips.
CHAPTER NINE
“How’s your bed now,” Bridget asked seductively as Stiles pulled back from the kiss.
“Warming up,” he said softly, staring into her eyes as his hand closed around the back of her head. He could feel the darkness roiling inside of him, waiting to be unleashed, but he held it in check until she signaled her desire. She didn’t always want to be fucked, occasionally preferring a slow and easy love making.
God damn! I fucking love it when he looks at me like that! Bridget met his gaze, knowing that if she challenged him he would come at her hard, and hard was what she wanted. “You want me?” she asked, her lips pulling into a sarcastic smile.
“Yes.”
“Then you’re going to have to take me,” she said as she pushed at him.
He was having none of that and immediately began to overpower her. He pulled her into a torrid kiss as he slapped her hands away and rolled onto her, pinning her to the bed with his weight. She struggled, knowing she had no chance of preventing him from taking her, but she relished the struggle, trying to keep her legs closed as he tried to force them open. Realizing she was losing the battle of strength, she changed her tactics and went on the offensive.
Her legs wrapped around his head and drew him down while she grabbed his hair, pulling him hard into her pussy. He didn’t mind and immediately began to lick and probe her with his tongue as she thrust against his face. He twisted, holding her by the ass as he rolled onto his back, pulling her up to kneel over him. If she wanted to be taken, there was more than one way to make her come.
His hands slid up her body to begin kneading her breasts, taking her right to the edge of where pleasure became pain, but no farther. She held him tight as his tongue and lips thrilled her, holding him to his task.
“Oh…fuck!” she murmured as her pleasure soared. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” she chanted softly as he wriggled his face, releasing her breasts to pull her more firmly to his mouth. He could feel her twisting up into orgasm so he licked and probed harder with his tongue, pinched and pulled more firmly with his lips, until she began to struggle to get away. For reasons he didn’t understand, she preferred all her orgasm to happen when he was inside of her, but she started this, so he held her fast, determined to finish her.
Her orgasm washed over her in a great wave, making her moan as she sagged, his arms still tight around her thighs as he continued to subject her to such sweet and erotic torture. She tried to ride it out, but his flicking tongue on her button was too intense to bear and she had to escape. With a soft cry and a hard twist, she rolled to her side, shoving at him, trying to get away from searing pleasure of his tongue.
Realizing she had enough, Stiles let her go, rolling to his knees and coming up with her legs draped over his shoulders. He entered her in a single deep plunge, making her cry out softly once more as her head tipped back.
She had barely recovered from her first climax before he plunged into her, and caused another orgasm to roll over her. She was drowning in pleasure, unable to catch her breath as he drove into her deep, hard and
He grinned, playing along. “Finish the tattoo?”
Her smiled broadened, enjoying the game and that he was making her work for it even as he hardened against her leg. He was playing dumb but she understood he knew exactly what she was talking about. “No. I think I’m in the mood to be poked by something other than needles.”
“You are?”
“Mm-hmm,” she murmured as she nodded slowly, her lips forming a small smile.
Stiles watched her a moment as her incredibly sexy smile called to him. He resisted the urge to kiss her, but only for a moment, before leaning down and taking her lips.
CHAPTER NINE
“How’s your bed now,” Bridget asked seductively as Stiles pulled back from the kiss.
“Warming up,” he said softly, staring into her eyes as his hand closed around the back of her head. He could feel the darkness roiling inside of him, waiting to be unleashed, but he held it in check until she signaled her desire. She didn’t always want to be fucked, occasionally preferring a slow and easy love making.
God damn! I fucking love it when he looks at me like that! Bridget met his gaze, knowing that if she challenged him he would come at her hard, and hard was what she wanted. “You want me?” she asked, her lips pulling into a sarcastic smile.
“Yes.”
“Then you’re going to have to take me,” she said as she pushed at him.
He was having none of that and immediately began to overpower her. He pulled her into a torrid kiss as he slapped her hands away and rolled onto her, pinning her to the bed with his weight. She struggled, knowing she had no chance of preventing him from taking her, but she relished the struggle, trying to keep her legs closed as he tried to force them open. Realizing she was losing the battle of strength, she changed her tactics and went on the offensive.
Her legs wrapped around his head and drew him down while she grabbed his hair, pulling him hard into her pussy. He didn’t mind and immediately began to lick and probe her with his tongue as she thrust against his face. He twisted, holding her by the ass as he rolled onto his back, pulling her up to kneel over him. If she wanted to be taken, there was more than one way to make her come.
His hands slid up her body to begin kneading her breasts, taking her right to the edge of where pleasure became pain, but no farther. She held him tight as his tongue and lips thrilled her, holding him to his task.
“Oh…fuck!” she murmured as her pleasure soared. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” she chanted softly as he wriggled his face, releasing her breasts to pull her more firmly to his mouth. He could feel her twisting up into orgasm so he licked and probed harder with his tongue, pinched and pulled more firmly with his lips, until she began to struggle to get away. For reasons he didn’t understand, she preferred all her orgasm to happen when he was inside of her, but she started this, so he held her fast, determined to finish her.
Her orgasm washed over her in a great wave, making her moan as she sagged, his arms still tight around her thighs as he continued to subject her to such sweet and erotic torture. She tried to ride it out, but his flicking tongue on her button was too intense to bear and she had to escape. With a soft cry and a hard twist, she rolled to her side, shoving at him, trying to get away from searing pleasure of his tongue.
Realizing she had enough, Stiles let her go, rolling to his knees and coming up with her legs draped over his shoulders. He entered her in a single deep plunge, making her cry out softly once more as her head tipped back.
She had barely recovered from her first climax before he plunged into her, and caused another orgasm to roll over her. She was drowning in pleasure, unable to catch her breath as he drove into her deep, hard and
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