Bad Behavior #1: Tales of an American Gigolo Read Online Free Page A

The walls of my pussy clench.
    “Now you.” He resumes his place on the edge of the bed. “Take it off.” He’s bossy, in control, and I like it.
    The robe whispers over my shoulders and puddles at my feet. I draw in a deep breath for courage and let the spaghetti straps of the teddy fall down my arms. Cool air wafts over my bare breasts then my belly as the lingerie slides to the floor. I can’t remember the last time I stood naked in front of a man—any man, not even my husband. Norman always insisted on doing it in the dark, like the sight of me ruined the experience. Bastien, however, seems turned on by my nudity. His pupils darken with sincere appreciation as his gaze drifts down my body. I try to cover myself, but he draws my arms away.
    "No. I want to look at you. You're a beautiful woman." He trails a fingertip along my collarbone, over my breast, down my belly. When he traces the line of my C-section scar, I tense. "Easy. It's okay." With his opposite hand, he tilts my face up and locks eyes with me. I thought his irises were brown, but they're hazel, highlighted by flecks of green and gold. "Never be ashamed of who you are."
    “My husband thinks it’s repulsive.” The words slip out before I can stop them. My cheeks heat with embarrassment.
    “Like I said, your husband’s a douche.” One of his palms skates along my ribcage. Long, tanned fingers spread over my breast and squeeze. I shiver then gasp when he tweaks my nipple—hard. The pleasure-pain zings along my nerve endings and straight between my legs.
    I've dreamed of being taken by a man like this, a stranger, a man who wants me. Simple, uncomplicated, no-strings sex. I run my fingers through his messy dark hair. It's smooth and silky, catching the light of the nightstand lamp.
    “So this is how it’s going to go down.” The textured edge of his voice sends a shiver up my back. His hands continue to smooth over my hips. One finger slips between my pussy lips where I’m slick and wet. “First, I’m going to make you come with my fingers. Then I’m going to pound this sweet cunt of yours until you scream.”
    "Yes." Normally, the use of the c-word sounds like nails on glass, but when he says it, it's dirty, naughty, and hot. I gasp at the intrusion of his finger into my most tender flesh. After a few circles around my clit, he pushes his finger inside me, all the way to his knuckle. I wiggle, the sensation too glorious, too overwhelming. My knees dissolve. I place my hands on his shoulders to maintain my balance. A warning ripples through my insides, preparing me for climax.
    I have to admit; I had reservations when I first saw him. He's closer to my daughter's age than mine, but feeling his hands on my body changes my mind. This handsome hunk is all man, and he knows his way around a woman's body.
    His lips find my nipple. They’re soft and warm. His tongue slips out to tease the tip before he drops hot, wet kisses along my breasts. The length of his finger slides in and out of my pussy with increasing speed. He adds two more fingers to the mix and his thumb to my clit. My body clenches around him. His mouth takes my left nipple sucks it hard. I’m breathing like a winded racehorse. The scent of his shampoo wafts up to my nose, clean and masculine. I grip his shoulders tighter.
    The sounds of wetness fill the room. I moan at the sweet intensity of pleasure. Another contraction grips my womb. I’m not sure what to do. The sensation is foreign, familiar, and new at the same time. Bastien’s teeth nip the tip of my breast. All the muscles below my waist stiffen. And then it happens. Waves of orgasm flutter and pulsate through my body.
    My legs shake. Bastien holds my hip with one hand while the other rides out my climax. I close my eyes, throw back my head and try to catch my breath. When I open my eyes, he's still got his hand inside me, anchoring me with two fingers, a confident smirk curving his delectable lips.
    "That was unbelievable,"