Page 66 of Badd Baby

I swallowed hard, gruffly huffing as she stroked me to an erection. "Rune?"

Her hand covered my mouth. "Shhhh."

I shushed.

She took her time playing with me. For a long while, she wasn't even stroking me, just thumbing my weeping tip, cradling my balls in her hand, twisting the root. Toying with me for her own purposes.

Even this attention eventually made heat rise in me, and she knew it. She began stroking me lazily. Slowly. With a loose grip, teasing, toying. For long, agonizing minutes, she played with me, bringing me to the point of needing to move before stopping again.

Paying me back for last night.

Growling as need barreled through me, I thrust into her hand.

She jacked my length with her soft, small hand, twisting at the top, giving me a few quick twisting pumps around the head and then stroking my full length until I was in a frenzy of arousal.

"Rune!" I groaned.

"Hush, Duncan," she whispered, "Don’t move. Don't make a sound."

I clenched my teeth together and held myself immobile.

I was rewarded immediately—she drew her wild, tangled mass of jet-black hair away and slid her cheek down my belly and took me into her mouth.

I groaned involuntarily and lost her mouth.

"Not a sound or I stop," she murmured.

I wrapped her hair around my fist, palming the back of her head, waiting. When she was sure I was silent, she gave me her mouth again.

This time, I gritted my molars together and watched, rapt, as she gave me long, slow, tonguing, slurping strokes of her mouth, each one taking an eternity, never stopping, never changing her pace, and I dared not so much as blink or twitch or breathe.

Panting as orgasm rose within me, I clutched the cool silken mass of her hair and watched her mouth slide down my shaft, heat shearing through me, pressure building, pleasure shattering me until I was gasping raggedly from the exertion of not moving, of keeping silent.

She knew when I was about to come—she cupped my balls, squeezed hard around the pulsing root of my cock to prevent me from releasing even as she bobbed on my cock faster and faster, her hot mouth wet and tight and heavenly around me.

The heat and pressure built as she continued to squeeze my root to keep me from coming. I was a madman, then, needing to come and unable to—knowing if I made a sound or moved at all, she'd stop.

Without warning, Rune released her grip on my base and took my cock down her throat, gulping around me and cupping my balls in gentle hands.

I came, shouting helplessly as my orgasm detonated inside me, and she gulped my cum and slid her mouth up my shaft and swirled her tongue against my tip, swallowing my cum as it poured out of me, and then bobbed around the head of my cock while pumping my length and base, and I just kept coming and coming and she swallowed and gulped and licked and suckled through it all.

Even when my orgasm had run dry, Rune was unrelenting, suckling, bobbing, and slurping at my cock until I was utterly limp.

Only then did she release me and return her cheek to the nook of my arm.

I held her there for a few minutes, and then rolled her to her back, brushed her wild hair out of her face, stared down at her. "Good morning, Smokeshow."

She searched me, her expression fraught and intense. "Hi.”

Just to prove the point, I cupped her cheek and dipped, kissed her, sweeping my tongue through her lips and scouring her mouth, demanding her tongue, tasting myself on her. She whined into the kiss, her hand stealing into my hair, the other splaying over my cheek, temple, and ear.

A fist rapped on the door, fast and sharp. "Rune! We need to go to Raquel's room." It was Lindsey.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, turning away. "Okay! Be right there!"

"Hi, Duncan!"

"Hey, Lindsey," I called.