Page 125 of Bad Run

I push Lance back to look him in the eye. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I’ve always been highly aroused during my period, but I’ve yet to find a partner secure enough to explore having sex with me during it. But I won’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do.

Lance frowns, placing both his hands on my ass and roughly squeezing them. “Fuck yes. I haven’t been inside you in so long. A little blood isn’t going to stop me from fucking you.”

I might have just found the right person to explore this side of me with.

A grin splits my face. “You’re so hot.”

I crash my lips to his in a hard kiss, dipping my tongue into his mouth and drinking him in. Grinding my core over his hard cock sends sparks of lust through me.

My ass feels the sting of his slap before my ears hear the smack.

“Shit,” I yelp as my body absorbs the shock and the heat of the spanking travels to my clit, making the needy little bundle of nerves throb.

“Up you go. I’m not about to come in my boxers again.”

“I actually thought that was hot as hell.” I chuckle.

Doing as he asked, I stand, rubbing my backside and my thighs together to quell the fire building inside me from the spank and memory of Lance grinding into me from behind.

Lance climbs to his knees, digs his shoulder into my stomach, and stands, ripping a laugh from me as I dangle upside down with my face in his ass.

“Hurt?” Lance asks, rubbing the spot he smacked.

“Nope.” I grin as I watch his bubble butt jiggle under his tight briefs as he carries me to the bathroom.

With me still over his shoulder, Lance turns on the shower, then places me on my feet by the sink and steps back. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock pushing against the thin cotton of his boxers.

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and push them off his hips. His thick cock springs free, the tip weeping and begging to be licked.

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke him from root to tip. His skin is hot and velvety smooth to the touch.

“So eager,” he hisses, thrusting hips forward with each downward stroke.

“You aren’t?” I ask, running my thumb over his cock’s slit. Hand still working him slowly up and down, I lean forward and kiss across his chest.

“Yes,” Lance grunts, fisting the hair at the back of my neck and tugging. “So fucking eager for you, my little witch.” He nips my bottom lip hard, then tilts my head as he sees fit and kisses me. Deep and hard, stealing my breath. His free hand grips my wrist as I jerk him off. “Fuck, your hand feels so good.”

I stroke him faster, increasing my grip as I kiss him back, sucking his tongue with a throaty moan.

“I’ll come if you keep that up,” Lance growls. I release his cock as he steps back. “Time to get these damn clothes off.”

If the fire in his eyes were real, my clothes would be ash on the ground. Instead, he grips the bottom of my sleep tank, pulls it up over my head, and tosses it to the side. “So goddamned sexy.”

Lance presses his thick chest to mine and, like I did, slips his hands under the waistband of my shorts and panties, slowly pushing the material down my hips and legs. The fabric pools at my ankles, and I kick it aside. Lance steps back, drinking in my naked body.

“So beautiful,” he grunts. The gruff sound sends chills racing down my spine. I can feel the heat beneath my skin spreading at his undivided attention. “I forgot how fucking sexy your naked body is and how it flushes from here ...” He runs his fingertips over the apple of my cheek, down my jaw, and between my breasts, stopping at my breastbone. “To here.”

Bending at the waist, Lance kisses the tops of my breasts. My nipples harden as his rough and scruffy chin chafes my skin. He takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive buds and sucking.

My back arches into him, begging for more. He gives me what I need, switching sides. My pussy throbs with each pull and flick of his tongue.

“You wearing a tampon?” he mumbles around my nipple.

“Yes,” I whimper as he pulls off with a pop, scraping my sensitive peak with his teeth.

Lance grips my waist in his hands. “You still want this?”