“I saw this tree you had drawn up, a really realistic one, but the branches were burning.” He lowered his head but kept his eyes locked on her. “It was powerful and stuck with me ever since. But I was thinking you could add a skull in the middle of the burning branches, tie in the club too.”
She swallowed, knowing exactly which one he was talking about. “I’ve never put that on anyone.”
He lifted a dark brow at that. “No?”
She shook her head.
“Well, I’d like to be your first, baby.” His deep voice went straight through her, and she reached behind her to hold onto the counter.
“Oh, fuck this and the slowing down bullshit,” she said, as if something possessed her. She was right in front of him a second later, and before she pressed her lips to his, she saw his grin. They kissed fast and hard, and it felt like she was going to lose it if she didn’t feel Booshie inside her. Yeah, screw going slow.
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Booshie moved them backward until she was pressed against the counter once more, and with one long sweep of his tongue along hers, as if he was trying to torment her, he pulled away. He spun her around so she had her belly pressed to the counter, and she placed her hands flat on the smooth, cold surface.
“Don’t move.” His voice was hard and demanding, but she had no intention of moving.
She looked over her shoulder and watched him go to the door and lock it before coming right back to her. He was already unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down before she could even blink.
“This is going to be fast and hard, baby, and so damn dirty.”
“Good, just how I like it.”
He growled low and grabbed the short strands of her hair on the back of her head. He pulled her head back so her neck was arched and placed his mouth on the side of her throat. He broke away, placed his hand on the small of her back, and pulled her forward slightly. The position caused her ass to pop out and press against his now bare erection.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” he growled against her ear.
“I do. I really do,” she moaned out. Her body was on fire, her pussy was wet, and her clit throbbed. Her nipples felt like they were going to rip right through her shirt, and all she could think about was Booshie giving it to her nice and hard just like he promised.
Had she really thought she was going to keep this thing with Booshie less physical? Naggie had always been a sexual person, and that was how she enjoyed life and expressed herself. Sex was just another way of letting loose.
“You’re a bad girl at heart, Naggie.” He gripped the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head.
He didn’t remove her bra, but instead reached around, gripped the cups, and pulled them down so her breasts sprang free.
“I’m going to shove your pants down, pull your panties aside, and lick your cunt until you come all over my face.” He moved his mouth to her ear. “And you will beg me, but I won’t stop until every part of your body is so sore from my desire for you that all it will take is a growl and you’ll come all over again.” He delivered on his promise and shoved her pants down.
When he was on his haunches behind her, had her panties pulled to the side so her pussy was exposed, he feasted on her like he was starved for her flesh.
The sound of his haggard breathing against her ass had her own respiration coming in hard pants.
“I know your pussy tastes just as sweet as the rest of you, and I’m not about to deny myself any longer.” He said the words as if he was speaking to himself.
The vibrations that left him had her gritting her teeth and curling her hands into the smooth counter. Naggie might be on the small side, but what she lacked in height and weight, she made up for in ass and tits. All she could focus on was the feel of him trailing his fingers along her sides and making her flesh tighten.
At the first touch of his tongue to the center of her body, she moaned out loud. He was clearly enjoying going slow, torturing her, and having her wanting things she’d never even imagined until she was in Booshie’s presence. He licked her cleft, sucked on her clit, and squeezed the globes of her ass until the pain mixed with pleasure.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy was made for my mouth, my hands, and my fucking cock.”
“Oh. God.”
He continued to lick at her until she felt the familiar tendrils of an orgasm start to rise. He curled his finger around the thin elastic of her panties, tightened them against her body until it dug into her flesh, and hummed loudly.
“Booshie—”
“Shh, baby.” His mouth was so close to her anus now, but he didn’t lick her there, just breathed heavily and made these deep, needy noises. When he started biting the cheeks of her ass, she rested her head on the counter and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feelings he invoked inside her.
The air left her in a gush when he went back to licking her pussy, and then dragged his tongue right down her center and latched onto her clit. She was going to come, and really damn hard too. It was when he dragged his teeth gently across the bundle of nerves that she bit her lip until she tasted blood and moaned out her climax.
Never once did he stop tormenting her until she sagged on the counter and panted for breath.
“So good, Naggie. Christ, so fucking good.” The way he curled his fingers into her flesh, pulled her more firmly into his face, and devoured her like he was starving had gush after gush of moisture leaving her as she continued to come. Finally, he pulled back from her, but only enough to spear a finger into her pussy.
A gasp left her when he pumped that digit in and out of her in slow, measured strokes. He withdrew but wasn’t nearly done, not when he took that now soaked finger, pressed it to her anus, and slowly pushed it into her bottom. He finger-fucked her ass and used his other hand to cup her between the thighs. At the first touch of his thumb teasing her oversensitive clit, she tensed and felt another orgasm approach.
Booshie was methodical and precise as he worked her at both ends, and soon she was fucking herself on his hand and coming again so hard lights flashed before her eyes and a strangled moan left her. When he stood and smoothed his hands up her outer thighs, she didn’t know if she could take any more. She was flipped back around, and in one easy move, he had her lifted on the counter with her ass hanging over the edge.
Her legs were spread wide, and when he moved his wide shoulders between them, all she could think about was him shoving that hardness into her.
“You smell so good.” He lowered his stare to between her legs. “You’re so fucking wet and swollen, and it is all because you want me, baby. Isn’t that right?” He smirked but didn’t take his eyes off her pussy. The next sequence of events happened so quickly all she could do was hold on and let him take control.
Booshie gripped her hips and jerked her forward until she was perilously close to falling off the counter, but he held her tightly.
“You were made for me.” Before she knew what he was doing, he had her in his arms and was striding to the chair at her station.
Now that he was seated with her straddling his waist, he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and their faces only an inch apart, Naggie could smell herself on him. Here she was, naked and aching for him despite just climaxing.