His Little Bad Girl Read Online Madison Faye

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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
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He kisses me once more, and this time, it's so hard and fierce and passionate that it leaves me breathless and panting for more when he finally pulls away from my bruised lips.

“I get to school earlier than you,” he growls softly. “So be ready early.”

I nod, my whole body still tingling as I turn and start to open the car door.

“Wait.”

His deep, commanding voice sends a teasing shock through me, instantly sending my pulse racing and my body shivering as I turn back.

“Take your panties off,” he purrs.

My brows go up, but his gaze just deepens, his eyes blazing into mine.

“Take. Them. Off,” he growls with even more demand in his voice. I can feel myself gasp quietly as I nod, my whole body tingling as I do as I’m told. I reach under my skirt and pull my soaked, sticky black thong down my legs, slipping it off one and then the second ankle before crumpling them in my hands. I chew on my lip, feeling even dirtier now, sitting in this older man’s car with my bare pussy resting right on his leather seats.

Christian holds out his hand, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Give them to me.”

I gasp quietly, my thighs squeezing together. And I’m still so damn wet that I’m sure I’m leaving a dirty little wet mark on his car seat. Slowly though, I nod, and I give him what he asks for. Christian’s jaw goes tight as his fist closes around my lacy black thong. He growls under his breath as he brings them to his face, and I watch with wide eyes and the blood pounding in my ears as he inhales deeply.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, his whole body tensing and his eyes flashing fire. “Your bratty, tasty little pussy is the only thing I ever want to smell, forever.”

The flush teases across every single inch and through every little corner of my body, until my skin is tingling, my ears are ringing, and the leather seat under me is slick with my need for him.

“These are mine now,” Christian growls, his fingers tightening around my panties. “Just like every single inch of that smooth, sweet baby pussy of yours will be mine. Just like that tight, naughty little asshole of yours is going to be mine.”

I bite my lip, my breath tight in my throat as the pure need for this dominant, filthy, gorgeous older man threatens to tear me apart.

“Until tomorrow, Ms. Kensington,” he purrs, a teasing smile on his wicked lips.

“Oh, and Tempest?”

I pause, shivering at my name from his lips.

“I want you to touch your hungry little pussy tonight. I want you to feel how wet it is for me. I want you to know just how eager it is for me to lick, and taste, and for me to claim as my own when I stretch it wide with my cock.”

I whimper, loudly.

“But Princess?” He smiles wickedly, his brow arching in this gorgeous way that has me melting for him.

“Don’t you dare come. I want you to touch yourself until you can’t even take it anymore, but then I want you to wait. I want your pussy dripping for me tomorrow morning. Because from now on,” he groans, leaning close and cupping my jaw in his hand. He leans in, and when he kisses me like he owns my lips, I know I’m lost.

“From now on, only I make you come. Do you understand?”

I can barely pant out a “yes sir” as his filthy words turn me into a puddle on his car seat.

“Good girl.”

8

Christian

She’s waiting on the back porch of her house when I pull into her driveway the next morning. I groan to myself, my cock throbbing in my dress pants as I watch inappropriate, barely-legal temptation personified hop down the steps and skip over to my car. The knee-high socks. The pleated, tartan skirt, the white blouse. And Christ, she’s got her long blonde hair braided into goddamn pigtails.

“Hi!”

She’s grinning and fresh-faced and bubbly when she slides into the passenger seat. I can feel my blood roaring as I take her in, watching as she closes the door and reaches for her seatbelt, all the while just chatting away to me about something she read the night before about weather patterns.

And I’m fucking lost.

It’s not that she’s so young, and untouched, and unclaimed — though, that alone gets my cock fucking rock hard. It’s not just that she marches to the beat of her own drummer and is clearly above what anyone in this damn town thinks of her, though that gets my heart soaring higher than I’ve ever felt it.

It’s the whole damn package deal. It’s that something about her fucking clicks with me. Something about her smashes right through my bullshit and grabs me by the heart and won’t let go.



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