Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

Her other breast doesn’t have small bruises all over, but from what she told the cop he’d used pressure on it. Callie takes my hand and places it on top.

“Are you alright?”

“More than alright. Please, don’t stop.”

Sticking my tongue out, I start to lick around her breast at the same time as I start to stroke her other one. She groans, arching into me.

I’m slowly losing control of my own body with the little noises she’s making while I continue to lick closer and closer to her dark red nipple. It looks hard as rock, but with the dark coloring I’d say it’s sore as hell, which tells me I need to stay away from it…but dammit, she pushes my head closer. “Please…”

I flick it with my tongue and she reacts as though hit by lightening. She moans, arching into me and grinds against my cock, which is awake with her moaning and groaning.

“More.”

She’s gonna kill me. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

I feel her nod.

Groaning, I take her bruised nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around, gently, while I massage her other between my finger and thumb.

Trying to be gentle with her is taking everything I have when she’s grinding like crazy against my dick, which really wants to come out and play, but that is so not happening, at least for now.

“Reece…make me come.”

Oh fuck! My dick lengthens at her words. I press into her pussy knowing if I get my cock out, I’m not going to be able to be gentle. I need to claim her as mine, to get that fucker out of her head and the only way beating against my insides is to fuck her brains out, but she isn’t up to that.

“Does this hurt?” I ask as I take her other nipple between my lips and gently suck.

“No,” she pants, “that nipple isn’t sore…more.”

Her legs break free of the cover between us as she wraps them around my hips, locking me to her.

I move back to her sore nipple, lavishing it with my tongue as I pinch and roll her other one between my fingers. I press down against her, rubbing her with my cock through the covers as she matches my rhythm.

“Reece… I’m gonna… Oh God,” she shudders, “I’m coming… Ahhhhh

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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I try to breathe, as she’s frantic against me, my dick desperate to blow its load, which really isn’t a good idea right now. I let my head drop between her breasts, staying there until I feel her heart beat return to normal.

Her legs fall back to the bed as she caresses my head and down to my shoulders, scraping her nails on my back causing a shiver to wrack my body.

Unable to stay lying where I am, which is too painful with my dick wanting to come, I climb off the bed, and standing, look out of the window with my back to her. I cuss myself for getting turned on when I was trying to erase the pain from her eyes. I shouldn’t have been aroused, but dammit to hell, every time she’s in my arms or in the same room as me I’m sporting wood so it’s nothing new.

“Reece, please talk to me. What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

The last I only just catch as her voice catches.

Turning, I go and sit beside her, wincing when I do. After rearranging myself in my jeans, I take her hand into mine, and kissing her palm, I close her fingers into a fist to hold my kiss to her. “You didn’t do anything. I was supposed to be giving you a new memory, not get hard as fuck, ready to blow.”

“You did give me a new memory. It was hot, especially knowing anyone could have walked in and caught us at any point,” she chuckles.

Fuck! That hadn’t even crossed my mind.

“As for you getting ‘hard as fuck,’ I’d have been hurt if you didn’t.”

I shake my head. “You’re hurt. It isn’t right.”