Rush (Carolina Bad Boys, #5)

Her legs spread wider.

With my fingers stroking from her knee to the inside of her thigh, I teased her skin and only just brushed my fingertips against her swelling pussy lips.

My cock had thickened into an aching throbbing length, but that sonuvabitch was getting ignored for now because this was too good.

Leaving Shy panting with each breath, I moved onto her other leg where I started at her foot.

She giggled and jumped when I ran a finger along the soft sole.

“Ticklish?” I grinned.

“Yes.” Her breath rushed out between moist parted lips.

I skimmed my palms up her entire leg, my rough touch eased by the glistening oil. Once more I only swept my fingertips against the edge of her pouty little cunt.

Her legs opened farther again.

And I saw her pussy, untouched by the oil but coated and shiny with her own juice.

Bending over, I bit her on the hip and squeezed both upper thighs in my hands, my thumbs centering on the crease of her cunt for no more than an instant.

“Uh uh uh uh.” She moaned, her breath stuttering out of her.

Leaving the most aching, the most wet part of her virtually untouched, I drew small slippery circles all over her trembling belly, now and then—never in any predictable pattern—nudging her beaded clit or sweeping across her labia.

Each time I touched her pussy she tried to thrust up for more contact.

And each time I laughed—an increasingly deep and sexual sound.

I caressed both her arms and slowly worked over her shoulders. Shy turned her face, her eyes closed, her lips open. She unerringly found the big hard bulge straining the front of my pants with her mouth honing in.

She never opened her eyes as she licked at my covered cock, following the heaviest vein to the fat hot head pushing out copious amounts of precome. She must have sensed it through the fabric, because she moaned louder. She lapped faster.

Jesus fucking Christ. I was leaking through my goddamn pants.

I pulled back roughly when my cock started jerking dangerously.

Shy’s eyes slit open. “Please. I want to suck it.”

“No.” I clenched my jaw. “You already did. My turn.”

I didn’t know if I’d be able to get my cock back in check. My breath was ragged and rushed. My hands, balling and unballing. I tensed all the muscles in my groin only to release one long exhale when the need to unzip and unload on her, in her mouth, all over her face, finally passed.

“Uh oh. Did I almost make you come?” One side of her lush lips curled up.

Leaning over her, I kissed away her smirk, lunging my tongue furiously inside her mouth.

“Behave.” I grunted and pulled back.

Going for the bottle of oil again, I went directly for her firm perky tits with the small dark pink nipples. I splashed the wetness liberally until her heaving breasts were absolutely shockingly doused and shiny. The need to come came back full force in a nanosecond. She was nothing short of a wet, wet dream.

Holy. Fuck.

I couldn’t tease her anymore. I was making myself fucking crazy for her body.

I attacked her tits. Pushing them together so they created a squelching sound. Palming them in a rugged grip. Twisting her nipples until the color darkened even more. Pulling on those tips until the globes were taut before letting them snap out of my hands. Going after her shiny breasts with my mouth.

Biting.

Nipping.

Licking.

Sucking.

“Oh fuck. Yes!” Shy’s back came entirely off the table.

“Feels good?” I murmured around the mouthful of flesh I feasted on.

Incoherent keening sounds fell from her lips. Later I’d have her screaming.

Maybe I needed that right now.

I didn’t need any oil for her cunt. Hell no. She was on fucking fire for me down there. I plunged one finger deep in a rough thrust and toyed with the side of her clit, pulling the sensitive nub in and out of the hood.

“Comfortable?” I asked, standing with my face inches from her creaming cunt.

“I can’t feel anything but your hands and my body.” Shy replied between soft whimpers.

She twisted and arched for me.

She was getting wet. Really wet.

“Where did you . . . ahhhh!” she screamed.

Cupping her with my entire hand, my fingers glided up her swollen soaking cunt flesh while I continued to drill inside her.

“Where did I?” I asked, taking a pert nipple into my mouth.

“Learn to do this?” Panting, she rotated her hips.

I sank two fingers deeper. “Porn.”

Swear to fuck I was about to spontaneously bust.

Especially when Shy heard my answer and she clenched down. Hard. Almost trapping my fingers inside her cunt.

“Porn?” she asked in a high-pitched whimper that ended in a long moan.

“What?” A dark chuckle thundered from my chest.

I felt her reaction.

She was ready to come.

“I’m a red-blooded male, Shy. Haven’t you watched porn?”

Her eyelashes flickered.

Her body tightened.

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