SheLikesHimBad by Scarlett Scott

lips to his. “What’s next
is a serious conversation. I want to do things with you I wouldn’t ordinarily
do. We probably should have had this talk earlier, but better late than never.”
    “I’m clean, Em.”
    “So am I,” she assured him. Green light , her libido
urged. Do what you want to him.
    “Now what’s next, sugar?”
    She grinned at his calling her “sugar”. “This,” she
murmured, unzipping his fly. She pulled his jeans down, revealing his stiff
cock.
    Emma sank to her knees. The urge to prolong his torture was
a naughty fire burning through her blood. She glanced up at him, flicking her
tongue along the length of his hard-on. He moaned, his hand tangling in her
hair. She licked around the base of his cock, then ran her tongue over the
sensitive underside of him, finally circling the head of his shaft. Then she
sucked him into her mouth, running her tongue around and around, drawing him
in, rubbing her lips over the velvety length. She licked the very tip of his
cock, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Her pussy pulsed, hungering for the
cock she was so busy pleasuring. He framed her face with his hands, moaning
again as she simulated the thrusting of sex, her lips riding him.
    She wanted him to come inside her mouth but he had other
ideas. He withdrew, gripping her elbows and bringing her to a standing position
once more. He kissed her, his sensual lips open and consuming. Their tongues
tangled. She moaned, grabbing one of his hands and shoving it down the loose
elastic waistband of her pajama pants. She wasn’t wearing panties. And it was
an intentional omission.
    Emma was rewarded with the sensation of his rough-tipped
fingers delving between her slick pussy lips. He found her clit with ease,
working it with just enough pressure to bring her close to orgasm. Then he ran
his knowing fingers lower, slipping them inside her. First one long finger,
then two. He pressed, pushing them as deeply as he could. The pressure was
almost painful pleasure. She wanted more. Emma moaned, trapped in the
incredible passion. She was helpless, hopeless to stop the tide of lust washing
over her.
    “Fuck me, Jackson,” she pleaded against his lips. “I want to
feel you inside me again. I want you.”
    He kicked away his jeans and stripped her pajama pants. They
were both naked. He led her across the room to the bed. Jackson startled her by
picking her up and tossing her into the plush center of his king-size bed. She
landed with a surprised giggle. Their gazes met as he stood over her, his eyes
running over her body from head to toe. She wasn’t embarrassed. Far from it.
She was turned-on even more.
    Emma opened her legs to him, letting him look his fill. She
allowed her gaze to roam over his powerful body. He was a finely-honed man, his
muscles sculpted without being too prominent. She loved the dusting of dark
hair on his chest, the shadowy stubble on his jaw. She loved those smoldering
eyes, that sensual mouth. Most of all, she loved his hard cock jutting toward
her.
    “Come inside me,” she invited, her voice a throaty purr.
    He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and sheathed himself
in one fluid motion. Then he was on top of her, his cock probing her
more-than-ready pussy. They were chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip. He slipped just
the tip inside her, teasing. She jerked, wanting more. He gave her a lingering
kiss, keeping from entering her fully.
    “Please.” Emma was panting, not even caring if she had to
beg. “I want you deep inside me.”
    “If you insist.” Giving her a bad-boy grin, he rose up and reached
for her legs. He positioned each one on either of his shoulders, so that she
was open to him, her body tilted back to the perfect angle for penetration. And
he sank inside her in one thrust that had her on the verge of climax. He
withdrew, then plunged into her pussy again.
    “Jackson.”
    “There are benefits to being older,” he murmured, his voice
strained. “Knowledge being one of them.”