Confessions of a Bad Boy(79)

“It’s no secret,” I say, pulling her toward me as I back off and sit on the massage table, “that I love women. What else do you need to know?”

I pull off my shirt, and she spends a full five seconds staring at my chest with her mouth open. I slide my shorts down while she watches, her eyes glazing with lust. “I think I have everything I need right here,” she finally manages. “All that’s left is a little field work.”

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a condom. I put it on while she peels off the second skin of her spandex pants.

“Welcome to the field,” I say, as she straddles me on the massage table.

She cups my face in her hands and thrusts her tongue into my mouth, pulling away only to bury her teeth into my neck. I let out a hiss and wrap my lips around her nipple, rolling my tongue around it like it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, teeth biting just enough to make her shake. She moans as she hugs me tight to her chest, rolling her clit up and down the shaft of my cock.

I lose myself in her curves, hands tracing the arch of her back as her * winds up against my cock harder and faster as she starts losing all restraint. She moans in short, sharp bursts, and I feel the hum of her voice as I move my mouth from one breast to another.

“Slow down, baby,” I tell her. “You gotta let yourself enjoy it.”

She laughs wildly, looking down at me as I grip her ass tightly and maneuver her over my cock. Her * is ready and wet as it presses against me, and I read the expression on her face like a dirty novel, all drugged eyes and strained pleasure. She squeezes the head of my cock between her lips, pulling me into her, but I hold her off, tantalizingly close, but not there yet.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, when her eyes go pleading.

“I want—” She gulps deeply, all the playfulness gone out of her now, replaced with fierce need, and speaks between pants. “I want you. Inside me.”

I let her take a little more, and she releases another low, vibrating moan.

“Tell me,” I command.

Her eyes narrow, the pupils dilated. “I want your dick.”

“Again.”

“I want your big, hard dick. All of it. Right now.”

I adjust my grip on her ass to let her take my full length and she slides down onto it, her moans turning into squeals of helpless delight. She bounces like she’s riding a horse, her body taking over, moving up and down on my cock according to the thousands of sweet sensations that emanate from our connection. I let her get her fill for a few minutes and then take charge, grabbing her ponytail in my fist and pulling her head back.

“Don’t move,” I say. I ease out of her slowly and she whimpers in protest.

“Wh—”

With no warning I slam back into her, both of us groaning as I plunge into the depths of her tight, hot sweetness. Then I hold her steady and f*ck her with everything I’ve got, turning in a performance worthy of a major award. As we find our rhythm she convulses and sways like a girl possessed, whispering obscenities and encouragement in between her moans. I run my tongue up the tender spots between her breasts, pumping with all the determination of a champion racehorse. I focus on the sensations radiating from my dick, finding a oneness with the zen of the energy building between us. My hands stroke the curve of her thighs as she bucks wildly on me, matching my power with every harder, deeper thrust.

When she comes there’s no missing it. She throws her body forward onto me with a desperate cry, head over my shoulder, hands clawing against my back as I keep on gliding in and out, relentless, relishing the convulsions shuddering around my cock. Her stomach curves in and out like a booming subwoofer, the orgasm washing over her like sea waves.

I let myself feel the pressure of her *, the softness of her breasts, the tightness of her thighs around my waist, and let go of the tension I’ve been clutching since she first touched me. I cum in a hard, pounding rush as she’s letting out the last, gentle moans of a hard f*ck. The long breaths of someone returning to their senses.

“Did your research find I’m worthy of my reputation?” I ask after a few moments, blinking myself back to reality as the blood returns to my head.

“That and more.”

A minute later I’m helping her pull those tight pants up the last few inches of her gut-punchingly good ass. I take my time – it’s good enough to make me consider another round already. She turns around and puts a hand against my cheek.

“How about coming back to mine?”

I glance at her with an apologetic shake of the head as I lace up my shoes. “Sorry. I’m heading out to meet a friend tonight.”

She leans up against the door. “Aren’t you tired? All that bench-pressing...I could give you that massage I promised.”

“I tend to make bad decisions when I’m tired.”

“Not going home with me is a very bad decision,” she says, her voice loaded with promises.

“I’m sure it is,” I say, drawing close to her and opening the door a little.

She steps aside, an expression that says ‘your loss’ written all over her face. “You know…”

I pause and turn back toward her. “Yeah?”

“You might want to consider f*cking the other half of my class.”

“Why’s that?”