Bad For You - Sherilee Gray Page 0,37

beneath him. Jesse’s rough-skinned hands held me down, and he licked and sucked one until I was panting and squirming, then moved to the other.

Finally, when I couldn’t stand it another moment, he kissed down my belly, and those large, scarred hands moved to the elastic waistband of my pj shorts. Sliding lower, he tugged them down my legs and flung them and my boots and fuzzy socks aside.

Then he was back, dragging his nose and mouth along the inside of my thigh, pushing my legs wide, settling between them. I waited for his mouth to touch me where I needed him most, but nothing happened. I looked down my body.

Jesse had lifted his head and was looking down at me, nostrils flaring, and the look on his face had me clenching involuntarily.

“Jesse?” I whispered, starting to feel self-conscious.

He dragged his nose along my slit, over my panties, nudging my clit. I bit my lip.

“Like these pretty panties, Bambi. A lot. But I’ve been fantasizing about what’s underneath for so fucking long.” He hooked his finger around the fabric between my legs, covering me, and slowly pulled it aside.

Cool air hit my slick flesh.

He cursed softly. “Baby, so pretty,” he said on a rough exhale.

I couldn’t look away as Jesse hungrily stared at my tender flesh. He leaned in and softly, so softly lapped at the seam, not going deep, just teasing. He shuddered, then dragged my underwear down my legs and threw them aside. As soon as he was back, he used his fingers to spread me wide and groaned.

“Such a pretty little pussy. Anyone had their mouth on you before, Lila?” he asked, voice strained.

“N-no.” I wanted to jam my legs together to relieve the ache.

“No,” he said, repeating me. “That’s because this pussy is mine, isn’t, Lila?”

“Y-yes.” It was. I was.

His tongue flicked out again, going deep this time, tasting more of me, and he growled. He pressed the tip of his finger to my opening, not pushing in, just resting there. “Can’t wait to work my cock in here.” He pressed more firmly, but still not inside me. “You’re gonna let me do that soon, aren’t you, Lila? Let me fuck this tight little pussy.” Another swipe of his tongue. “So wet, baby. Christ, look at you. Your thighs are slick, juice running down your ass. You want it bad, don’t you, sweetheart?”

I whimpered. No one had ever talked to me like that, and I liked it. I liked everything he was doing, everything he was saying.

“P-please.”

“Please, who?”

“Please, Jesse.”

“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight, Lila. Not yet. But I am going to make you come until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to come on those gorgeous tits just like I’ve been dreaming about.”

Heat sliced through me, zaps of electricity shooting through my lower belly as the ache between my legs got deeper, more intense. My hand dropped to his head at the same time as his mouth covered me fully. He sucked and licked, kissed me there, like he couldn’t get enough.

Finally, he pushed his finger inside me without warning, pushing deep, then back out. I arched, wanting more, needing more. And he gave it to me, dragging his tongue up to my clit and sucking as he thrust back in. That was all it took. It was too much. An orgasm exploded through me and I called out his name as I came against his mouth.

Jesse didn’t stop, but he eased back, gently lapping at me, his finger still inside me, and slowly, steadily, he worked me back up. I don’t know how long he stayed there, bringing me back to the brink, but soon he had me quivering and rolling my hips, desperate for more all over again.

He eased his finger out, and when he pushed back inside adding another. The stretch made me moan.

“So tight, Lila. Fuck.” He thrust in and out, his thumb sliding over my clit now. “Baby, I’m gonna have to make sure you’re drenched when you finally take my cock.”

I mumbled something incoherent, on the verge of coming again and the dirty things he said had me right on the edge. I shook and whimpered, my inner muscles fluttering. He thrust into me faster as his gorgeous eyes lifted to mine. “Come all over my fingers again, Bambi. Give it to me.”

“Oh God…Jesse.” My inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, clenching and releasing as I came hard again.

I tried to slam my legs closed around