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

I manage to say then hiss as he pulls his hand away.
    “We’re just getting started.” His voice is deep, smooth, seductive. I feel something thin and flat pressed into my palm. “Put this on me.”
    I look down and see the condom packet. He leans back on the mattress. His cock stands straight up. A long, thick vein runs the length of the underside and pulses with his heartbeat. I tear open the foil packet and smooth a hand down his shaft before rolling the condom over the tip. A moan rumbles from his throat. He pushes up into my hand.
    God, he’s so turned on. By me . A bevy of butterflies tumbles around inside my belly. He's going to fuck me with that enormous cock, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it. I can hardly wait to feel him inside me.
    “Lie down. On your back. Legs apart.” He jerks his chin toward the mattress. “As wide as they go.”
    We switch positions. I lie down on the comforter and follow his instructions. He kneels on the edge of the bed and knee-walks up the mattress. The coarse hairs on the tops of his thighs abrade the backs of my legs as he spreads my knees. My mouth is dry. Blood rockets through my veins. He lowers himself over me, balancing his torso on one hand while the other hand hooks my leg over his hip. The tip of his cock nudges my entrance. His skin is damp and hot when I slide my hands up his chest.
    With a twist of his hips and a forward push, he thrusts inside me. I gasp at the unexpected but welcome intrusion. He gives me a second to adjust, pulls out, then drives back in.
    “Okay?” he asks. A lock of hair drifts over his forehead when he looks into my eyes for confirmation. “You need to tell me what you want. If you need it harder or faster. I’ll do anything to please you. Anything.” I nod, too stupefied for words, turned on beyond all measure. My heart pounds at the prospect. He flips his head back, tossing the loose hair out of his face.
    He sets a punishing rhythm. Our bodies slap together. The scents of sex and sweat fill the air. He grunts with the effort. Tendons and veins stand out along his neck and biceps. I take a moment to revel in the beauty of this man, fucking the hell out of me with his stallion-sized dick, but only for a moment, because he shifts position, demanding my attention.
    “Mmmm…you feel great. So good. I could fuck this pussy all night.” His rough praise heats my blood. I drag my nails over his back. “That’s right. Just like that.”
    My pussy shudders and clutches at his cock. He pulls my hips closer, driving downward, hitting my clit with each stroke. Dampness coats my thighs. The enormous bed creaks and groans under the power of his thrusts. Friction builds between us. He takes me to the edge of release then slows. His black lashes lower as his gaze skims over my naked body, focusing on where we’re joined together. He slips a finger between us, taps my clit, then continues to fuck me with maddening leisure.
    “Do you like me fucking you? Do you like it?” he demands.
    “Yes. Oh God. Yes,” I whimper.
    I forget to worry about the cellulite on my thighs, the flabby skin of my underarms, or my sagging breasts. I feel young again, desired, feminine. The sight of his lithe, powerful body between my thighs does wonders for my damaged ego. I clutch Bastien’s back, digging into the twin columns of muscle on either side of his spine, desperate, needy.
    “Tighten your legs around my waist.” His voice draws my attention back to his mouth. His lips are red and swollen from kissing me. “Put your hands on the headboard.”
    I comply, pressing my palms against the wood. He begins to hammer into me, shoving my body up the mattress with each punishing push of his pelvis. I lock my elbows to keep my head from slamming the headboard. Perspiration beads on his forehead. He turns feral, insane with sexual energy. Our bodies bang against each other. The walls of my pussy clench tight around his hard shaft, and I lose all vestiges of