Page 89 of A Very Bad Girl


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“Sir, please may I touch myself?”

“Go ahead,” he growled, her ardent request taking him by surprise and breaking his focus.

But the distraction was fleeting.

Leaning slightly forward, his fingers digging into her skin, he pumped fiercely for long minutes, then abruptly slowed, thrusting with strong, powerful strokes. Pausing for a moment and staying buried inside her, he closed his eyes and felt her walls pulse against his turgid cock.

His release loomed.

Pulling back, then driving forward, he pummeled her pussy with a quick, persistent pace, suddenly exploding with the power of a cascading waterfall. The quivering convulsions shuddered through his body, and deep groans erupted from somewhere deep in his soul.

* * *

“Marco…?”

Steph’s quiet voice had sounded far away.

Opening his eyes, he found himself staring up at the canopy.

“Please may I take off the blindfold?”

Rolling on his side, he slid it off her head, then moved an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him.

“Are you okay?” she softly murmured. “I was worried.”

“Why?”

“It seemed like you passed out for a minute.”

“I’m fine,” he muttered, though thinking he may have done just that. He only vaguely remembered slipping out and falling on his back. “What about you?”

“Wonderful, though I feel like I could sleep for a week.”

“Me too,” he replied, letting out a heavy breath.

“But, Marco, there’s something I have to talk to you about. It’s important.”

“In the morning,” he mumbled. “Right now I need to rest.”

Chapter 25

Marco’s eyes popped open.

He stared at the clock.

The blue digits read 8:33 a.m.

He rarely slept past seven.

“What the hell?” he muttered, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Don’t leave,” Steph bleated sleepily, wrapping her limbs around him.

“It’s late. I need to—”

But her fingers clasped his erect penis.

“Steph…”

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