His Little Bad Girl Read Online Madison Faye

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors:
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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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And I’m lost.

I’m drowning in the kiss, in the soft innocence of her lips, at the little mewling sounds from her throat as I claim that mouth and pull her against me. Her tight body molds to mine as I taste the sweetness of her tongue and the softness of those lips.

Her hands are at her side, like she doesn’t quite know what to do with them. I know what to do with mine though. I slide them down to her ass, and she moans as I slip them up under her skirt and grab it. Her hot little butt is drum tight, and I imagine prying those cheeks apart and wedging my cock between them. I imagine claiming that ass, and making her scream as I fill it with my cum.

Our tongues duel together, before slowly, she brings her hands up to run over my shirt. She clutches at me, moaning into the kiss as my hands explore her skin. I keep one on her ass, the other moving slowly over her hip to the front, until I’m cupping the soaking wet heat of her pussy in my palm. I tug at the back of her tongue, using my fingers to pull it tight and mold it against her dripping wet sex.

She whimpers, kissing me harder.

The front of her panties are soaked, sticking, and hot, and I roar into her lips at the need to taste her. I rub my finger over the sticky front of them and bring it up. I pull away from her lips just enough to slip my finger into my mouth, and I groan at the sweet candy taste of her.

And now I just want all of her. Now.

I start to tear at the buttons of my shirt, and her hands are there to help, fumbling and pulling at the bottom ones as I move down from the top. I shrug the damn thing off of my arms, and her moans turn to cooing sounds as she runs her fingertips and her eyes over every inch of my tattooed, muscled chest.

I groan as I lean down and claim her lips again, savoring the intoxicating softness of them as her little hands trace across my muscles. My hand moves between us, slipping down over her soft little tummy and pushing my fingers under the lacy edge of her panties. I slip my hand down, and she cries out as they find her slick, wet, scorching hot little cunt. My fingertip rolls over the delicate little nub of her clit, circling it and making her rock her hips against me.

Her hands move to my belt, tugging at it as my hand moves lower. My fingers push down through her soft, slick lips, until I find the entrance to her heaven. I start to push inside, and her breath catches as her eyes flutter closed.

Now it's time to make this little tease my—

I freeze when I feel it, and I suddenly sober.

Holy. Fuck.

“You’re—” I pull away, and her face crumbles.

“No, wait!”

“You’re a virgin,” I say quietly.

Her face goes red.

“Please,” she whimpers quietly.

“Jesus,” I swallow, the reality flooding back into me. What am I doing? When I thought she was this dirty little girl, this was one thing. But I won’t take—

I stop myself again, and suddenly, slowly, the blood starts to rush back into my cock until it’s even harder than it was before.

The teasing bad girl routine is just an act. Because dirty, teasing, full-of-fire and oozing sexuality little Tempest Kensington is a virgin.

Untouched.

Innocent.

Ready for me to take. To claim.

God I’m fucked up. I shouldn’t be this hard thinking this, but I am. In fact, I want her even more now. I want to claim her, and make her mine and only mine.

I growl as I move back into her, my hands sliding over her hips as I press her back into the desk.

“Why didn’t you tell me, angel,” I say softly, kissing the worry from her lips.

“I was going to tell you…”

“When?” I growl.

She swallows. “I’m not sure.”

“When? When I spread your legs and eased my cock inside that tight little eager pussy?”

Tempest’s eyes dart to mine, and suddenly, the worry is burned away by the raw fire my words light behind those eyes. She whimpers, her face going red and flushed.

She likes it when I talk like this.

“Or when, when I dragged my tongue from your clit to your tight little asshole until you were begging me for more?”

She moans, whimpering.

“Too dirty for you, Princess?” I growl, tugging her skirt up to her waist. I move my hand back between her thighs, sliding over the front of her panties and loving the way she subtly arches her hips up to meet me.

“Uh-uh,” she whispers.

My hand pushes her panties to the side, and my fingers drag across her soft, slick lips.



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