Page 44 of The Bad Girl and the Baby

“Too long, and I’m not wasting a second of it. In fact”—he took her beer and put it on the bedside table along with his—“I need a better view.”

He twisted around, wrapping his hands around her narrow waist, and lifted her up. She caught on pretty quick and rested her hands on his shoulders as he put her down, straddling his hips. His cock thickened and straightened, and her eyes widened as she felt him beneath her. He tugged the sheet out of the way so there was nothing between them, and he could feel the heat and wetness of her against him. Her breasts were now level with his face, and he leaned forward and kissed one tight dusky nipple, then drew it into his mouth, suckling until she squirmed against him. Her skin tasted salty and sweet, and he had an urge to taste her all over, to press his mouth between her thighs. Soon.

He handed her beer back and watched as she raised it to her lips then swallowed. She caught his gaze and licked her tongue around the rim of the bottle, and heat flashed through him. She swallowed the last of the beer and handed him the empty bottle. “What now?”

He tugged on his lower lip as he considered her. Then he rested both hands at her hips as he slid down the bed until he lay flat on his back. “Now I want to find out if your pussy tastes as good as it looks.”

She swallowed, but then raised herself up on her knees, and he was pretty certain she’d caught on. She leaned over him, kissing his lips, dipping her tongue inside. Then she shuffled up the bed, clambered over his shoulders, and she was right where he wanted her, her thighs straddling his face. For a second, he breathed in her sweet intoxicating scent. It went straight to his dick until he was rock hard.

“Open your legs,” he murmured.

She came up on her knees, widened her legs, and the view was amazing—all pink glistening pussy. He gripped her hips and lowered her slightly, raising his head so he could lick along the seam of her sex. His nostrils filled with the scent of her arousal. He moved his hands so he could use his thumbs to part her sex and stare. A pulse throbbed in his dick. He doubted long and slow was going to happen this time, either. First, he had to make Darcy come screaming—quiet screams.

He pushed his tongue up inside her, felt the contractions grip him, then licked slow strokes over her sex, stopping just short of her clit, until she was moaning, pushing against him, his lips coated in her sweetness. He gripped her hips and pulled her down to him, his mouth latching onto her clit, sucking her into his mouth, massaging the swollen nub with his tongue, and then grazing it with the edge of his teeth.

She went still, everything clamping down tight, muscles locked. He bit down oh-so-gently, and she stiffened, threw back her head, and screamed. He sucked then nibbled, and she came again, collapsing against him.