Bad Girl Lessons by Seraphina Donavan, Wicked Muse Read Free Book Online Page A

rhythmic pulsing of her sweet pussy receded as well, and reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers from the welcoming heat of her core. Slick with the cream of her desire, he brought them to her lips and deposited some of the nectar there before leaning forward to kiss her and reclaim it.
    “I need you,” she moaned. “I need to feel you moving inside me.”
    Jackson’s gut clenched, his balls tightened until they ached. Moving between her parted thighs, he guided his engorged cock to her entrance. Nudging the head inside, he paused for a moment to savor the wet, welcoming heat. “Look at me, Evie. I want to see it in your eyes when I take you.”
    Evie met his gaze. It was unbearably intimate. Looking into his eyes while he slid into her body was almost as intimate as feeling his hard length penetrating her own yielding flesh. His hands slid up her arms, until he reached her hands. His large fingers twined with hers as he rocked his hips, delving deeper inside her. She wanted to close her eyes, to throw her head back and give herself over to the sensation. But she didn’t. She kept her eyes on his, locked together, reflecting their pleasure and their need back to one another. Sweat glistened on his body. Each stroke of his cock inside her was slow and measured, a steady climb to that precipice. Needing more, craving more of him, Evie hitched her thighs up over his hips and locked her heels at the small of his back. The slight change in the angle of her hips allowed him to thrust deeper, to take her higher. Her body shuddered violently as the orgasm built inside her. Every muscle tensed, coiled for the release that was almost within reach.
    “You’re so hot for me, so tight,” he said, his voice raspy with desire. “Nothing has ever felt as good as sliding my cock into your sweet pussy.”
    Those words pushed Evie over the edge, sent her hurtling into the stratosphere as her body quivered. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed inside her, her sheath rippling around his invading cock, until he couldn’t hold back either. He thrust into her again, quick, short thrusts. He buried his face against her neck as his hot semen jetted inside her. Reluctant to let him go, Evie kept her legs locked around him until they ached. He seemed to be in no hurry to leave, so he stayed there, nuzzling her neck, placing feather soft kisses on her sweat slicked skin.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
    Jackson awoke the next morning satisfied and replete. He had convinced Evie to stay in that field with him, to sleep naked under the stars. A smile curved his lips thinking about prim and proper Evie sleeping naked in a truck bed in the middle of a fallow cotton field. He stretched, feeling muscles protest and was reminded that he wasn’t nineteen anymore. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up on his elbow to look at the woman who had him acting like a horny teenager.
    Evie was curled up on her side, her dark hair a wild tangle around both of them. The upper swells of her breasts were visible above the edge of the sleeping bag, and even sated as he was, the site had an effect on him. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her arm and frowned. Taking a closer look, Jackson noted the dark bruises on her upper arm. An ugly suspicion formed in his mind, and experimentally, he placed his hand over the bruises, noting they were perfectly aligned with fingerprints.
    “What are you doing?”
    Evie’s sleepy, morning voice was one of the sexiest, most arousing things he’d ever heard. Of course, there wasn’t much about Evie that he didn’t find arousing. “I just noticed the bruises on your arm. I didn’t do that, did I?”
    Evie sighed and rolled to her back, looking up at the dawn streaked sky. “No, you didn’t. I had an ugly confrontation with Trevor outside the museum yesterday.”
    The fury that swept through him was surprising in its intensity. He had a temper like anyone, if pushed far enough and hard