Page 64 of The Bad Girl

Chapter 23

Maxwell

A feather-light touch grazes my skin, fluttering across my inner thigh.

The air smells strongly of salt, and I wonder where I am. My cock’s fully engorged, distracting me from my confusion. I stretch, trying to banish the sleep from my limbs, but my leg brushes against something, and I look down to see Nadine gazing up at me.

And then it hits me—we’re still on the boat.

Nadine’s hair is a crown of chaos, which only serves to make her more beguiling. There’s something about a wild, unkempt woman that appeals to me, especially when so many of the ladies I entertain are models with never so much as a strand of hair out of place. It brings out this primal urge in me.

Nadine’s beautiful face is waist-level, her brow is arched, and she’s biting her lower lip.

That little look she gives me is damn near enough to make my cock explode.

“Why are you all the way down there, love?” I say softly as I caress her cheek.

She leans forward, kissing me with her lush lips right below my navel, and my body jerks in response.

“I haven’t gotten to taste you,” she says, then plants another kiss slightly lower, “yet.”

I suck in a disjointed breath, a soft moan escaping my throat. “You are such a bad fucking girl,” I rasp.

She pulls down my boxers and traces her fingers up my thick shaft until she gets to the glistening pearl at the tip. She dips a fingertip into my precum, rubs it around the head, then sticks the finger into her mouth.

God damn, she’s so fucking hot!

“Ummm,” she moans as she sucks my precum from her finger, “I can’t wait to taste more of you.”

Yes, taste me. Suck me dry.

When the warmth of her mouths envelops my head, my body lurches, surging with energy. She pulls back slightly, and my hand immediately goes to her head, not wanting her to break contact, but I needn’t fear as she was only working her way up and down my shaft.

What her mouth cannot reach, her hand works, and soon, I feel pleasure building. I’m dangerously close to coming, though I’d like to delay it because her eager mouth on my cock feels so damn good.

“God, Nadine, you are amazing,” I pant.

I can’t remember the last time I came from a blowjob. It very well could have been when I was a teenager. They just don’t do much for me. But after just a minute of Nadine’s skillful mouth, I find my release inevitable.

Not wanting to surprise my pretty lover, I cup a hand under her chin, forcing her to lock eyes with me.

“I’m close,” I rasp.

Her lips form a smile around my cock, and without a second thought, she gets back to work. The sheer eagerness in her eyes is all it takes to push me over the edge, and as much as I try to hold back a little longer, my cock lets loose its seed, and I scream‘Nadine’in pleasure.

She moans as she sucks the last drop from the tip, pleasure still coursing through me, and when she pulls off, she rubs the moisture from her lips on the back of her hand, and jovially collapses next to me on the bed.

“What was that all about?” I finally say, turning onto my side to face her and tucking a rogue strand of hair behind her ear.

“I got to taste you!” she enthuses, cupping my cheek with her hand.

“If I had known that wakeup blowjobs were an option, the last eighteen months would have been very different.”

She practically purrs as she stretches and scoots closer to me.

I run my hand down her body, over the curve of her hip, then over her full ass. She’s tone, but so soft, and so fucking delicious.

“I think it’s time I had my breakfast,” I whisper, bringing a hand around and sliding a finger between her slick folds.