Page 67 of Bad Decisions


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Keeping his touch firm, he worked his fingers at an achingly slow pace. I dropped my clothes and the sheet as I wrapped my arm around his neck, tugging him closer. He buried his face in my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

"Good," I gasped as he slid his fingers lower. Slowly, he pressed inside me. "Shit." I tightened around him, and he groaned.

"I wish I had time to fuck you," he rasped.

"I can be quick," I blurted, and he let out a low chuckle.

"I can't." He kissed the curve of my neck to my shoulder. "I need to take my time with you. But I need to see you come again." His fingers curled and my nails dug into his skin. He growled and shoved them deeper inside me. "Let me see how fast you can be, baby."

He ground the heel of his palm against my clit as he stroked inside me with his thick fingers. I couldn't catch my breath. The harder he fucked his fingers into me, the more I couldn't breathe.

"I need—I—I—" I couldn't even speak. Or think. Or do anything other than focus on the pleasure he was forcing from me.

"I know," he grunted. He pulled away to look at me, his fingers moving faster. I stared up at him, my lips parted. "You look so beautiful." His words were barely audible. "I love seeing you take what I give you."

I whimpered, silently pleading with him to make me come. I felt it coming closer, barreling toward me. My legs trembled and I clutched his shoulder tighter.

"That's my girl," he murmured. He pressed his lips to my forehead, giving me a gentle kiss. "Show me you're my good girl and come for me."

I exploded.

I cried out, but he muffled the sound with his lips. He moved his fingers faster, keeping his palm pressed on my clit. His tongue slid into my mouth as he wrung the last of my orgasm from me.

Finally, he pulled away, and I blinked up at him, feeling dazed. "That was—" I could barely speak. He smiled softly as he tucked my hair behind my ear.

"I know, baby. You're okay," he said. "I've got you." He pulled his fingers from me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest. I nuzzled into him, feeling safe for the first time in my life.

I squeezed my eyes shut at the other warm feelings he forced to the surface. The things he made me feel were terrifying. I'd never felt anything like this before, and, in that moment, in his arms, I realized I was in so much fucking trouble.

22

elliot

I seta leftover burger in front of Emma before setting another in front of Reagan. She'd had a permanent blush on her face all day and couldn't stop giving me shy smiles. It was the cutest fucking thing in the entire world.

I couldn't remember a time when I'd felt like this. Happy. Warm. Full of...something. Not love. But something else. Something more. Something I'd never felt before.

"Water?" I asked, resting my hand on Reagan's shoulder. She nodded as she grabbed a potato chip from her plate.

"Can we paint?" Emma asked as I turned my back to the table.

"After lunch," Reagan said.

"With the glitter!" she screeched, and Reagan let out a soft laugh. Grabbing two water bottles from the fridge and my plate, I made my way back, smiling to myself as I watched Emma excitedly chomp on her burger.

"How much glitter are we talking?" I asked as I sank onto the chair beside Reagan. I hadn't sat here before, but I needed to be close to her.

"So much," she laughed. "Lily didn't think Em had enough."

"She has buckets full of it," I groaned exaggeratedly. Emma laughed evilly and took a sip of her juice. Reagan slid her hand onto my leg and gave me a gentle squeeze before grabbing her burger. Every thought I had left my head, and all the blood in my body went straight to my cock.

She couldn't do that. Tease me and expect me to not retaliate. But later. I couldn't do it now. And the brat knew it.

I glared at her, but it lacked any real heat. She just grinned, like she knew what she was doing and did it on purpose.

"Uni can paint too," Emma said, drawing my attention.

"How about Uni stays in your room?" I said, turning toward her.

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