Fallen Angel (Club Burlesque) by Logan Belle Read Free Book Online Page A

imagining how they would feel on her breasts or between her legs. And then one day he wanted to show her something in a document on the library computer, and she was scrolling for it with the mouse but kept missing the paragraph. He placed his hand on top of hers to guide her, and that was it.
    She had confided in Julie over coffee the next morning.
    “I am in major lust with my study partner.”
    “Do you want to break up with Jeremy?” Julie asked about Mallory’s boyfriend of six months.
    “No! Of course not. I love Jeremy.”
    Three weeks later she was in bed with Alec Martin. And that was the end of Jeremy.
    Now those hands wound in her hair as she pulled down his boxers and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She tongued his foreskin, lifting it slightly then licking his shaft downward until she reached his balls. Cupping them, she flicked her tongue at them gently, until he gave her the satisfaction of moaning.
    “Turn around. . . . Let me eat your pussy while you do that,” he said. She smiled. She loved that he could be that direct with her, that he could talk so dirty. When they first got together it had shocked her. Now she wondered how she could ever be satisfied without it.
    Mallory eagerly complied, switching her position so that her legs were on either side of his face, her pussy bent toward his mouth. Now that she had access to his cock from a different angle, she focused on the tip, running her tongue around the rim before taking his entire length into her mouth. She sucked firmly, moving her lips back and forth, her tongue circling the tip every time her oral strokes reached the head of his penis. She trailed her mouth with one hand firmly on his wet shaft, working it up and down in tandem with her mouth. She tasted the first bud of semen. And between her legs, his tongue lapped at her cunt while his finger massaged her clit.
    When she got excited, it became more difficult for her to concentrate on working his cock with her mouth. She tried to focus, but when he started circling the rim of her asshole with his thumb, she knew it was over. He gently pressed his thumb into her ass, his mouth sucking on her clit like a pomegranate seed. A low moan escaped from her.
    He held her by the hips, his tongue moving from her clit to the center of her pussy, then pressing deep inside her, fucking her, while his thumb worked in and out of her ass. She didn’t want to come like this—apart from him, while he played her like an instrument. She pulled away.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I want you inside of me,” she said. He sat up, pressing her down to the bed. Instead of letting her mount him, he moved his full weight on top of her. She slipped her arms around him, kissing his neck, running her lips along the rough stubble on his chin. He brushed her swollen outer lips with his cock, and she felt a familiar surge of anticipation knowing he was going to enter her. But he kept his cock outside, rubbing against her until she was in a frenzy. She grabbed his ass, pulling him to her as hard as she could.
    “Alec ...”
    “What?” he said, kissing her temple.
    “I want you,” she said quietly, wondering if she would get away with only saying that much. Sometimes he made her beg for it; as much as she loved sex, she hated articulating what she wanted. And really, when it came to pleasing her, he never needed her to say a word—he knew her body almost better than she did.
    “I want you, too,” he said. And then, so quickly it was almost startling, he thrust his hard cock inside of her. She gasped, adjusting her hips so he didn’t get quite so deep. His mouth moved down to her breasts, biting her nipple. She didn’t know why she liked it rough sometimes, but with Alec she had learned the interplay between pleasure and pain.
    He slid in and out slowly, and she had to fight the urge to tell him to stop moving, to just stay inside of her. She felt like she could come just from feeling him fill up her pussy.