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

lace and made him wonder what delights were concealed beneath it.
    “So where is it?” he asked.
    “Where’s what?” she replied, walking around the bed. She made a great production of fluffing the many pillows there.
    “Every single or dissatisfied woman’s best friend... I know you have a vibrator, Evie. I’ve yet to meet a woman who doesn’t.”
    She blushed. “You’re being ridiculous.”
    Reclining on the bed with his hands folded behind his head, he grinned. “You’ve got some monstrous vibrating cock hidden in your closet, don’t you? One look at it and I will feel like less of a man, right?”
    She rolled her eyes heavenward. “Are you twelve? Where do these random questions come from?”
    Raising up on his elbows, he looked at her, and at the deep V where her robe parted as she straightened the bed clothes. Her breasts swayed beneath the silk and lace with each movement and his cock pulsed behind his fly in response. “No...that would be entirely too tacky for you. I bet you have something small, quiet, discreet...ladylike but very effective.”
    The blush on her cheeks deepened and her lips firmed with disapproval, “Jackson--”
    “Show me,” he said. “Do you honestly think that I would be bothered by that? The truth is, the very idea of it turns me on.... I can just see you laying here in this bed, naked. Your creamy, white thighs spread apart and your beautiful, pink pussy just begging to be touched.”
    “Fine. If you want to see it, then just fine,” she said and opened the night stand drawer. When she pulled out the small inlaid wooden box and opened, she stared at it in dismay for a second before, turning back to him. “You sneaky bastard.”
    He chuckled, but didn’t allow her to walk away in a huff. Grabbing her hand, he tugged her down onto the bed until she sprawled atop him, widening the gaping split at the front of her robe. In addition to the black lace he’d seen before, he now knew that the rest of the garment was pink satin. “Is this what you were looking for?” he asked, opening his hand to reveal the small, egg shaped toy. Flipping her onto her back, he turned it on and rolled it delicately up the inside of her thigh, until she shivered in response.
    “Jackson--”
    “Don’t go getting shy on me now,” he said, tugging at the ties of her robe until it parted completely. The pink satin chemise was so thin it was practically transparent. He could easily see the darker shadows of her nipples beneath. They were perfectly framed by the black lace that edged the garment. “Open your legs for me.”
    Evie wanted to be angry at him for snooping, but with the way he was looking at her, and the delicious weight of his body pressed against hers, it was impossible. Her whole body clenched in anticipation when he stroked her moist slit with the toy. She bit back a moan, as he made another pass, firmer and more insistent than the last. When he parted the damp folds of her sex, Evie expected him to simply place the vibrator on her clit the way she normally did. Instead, he turned it lengthwise and slipped it between the lips of her pussy. The soft hum of the tiny engine was more dispersed this way, the pleasure building at a steadier pace. But he wasn’t done. In a move that was totally unanticipated, he closed his hand over her mound, clamping the damp folds together and forcing the vibrator into more persistent contact with her clit. Evie screamed, her hips coming off the bed as she felt the pleasure begin to build inside her. Jackson leaned in and without releasing the pressure, begin to run his tongue gently over the seam of her cunt, lapping at the juices that had escaped. Then he moved lower, his tongue sliding along the cleft between the lush cheeks of her ass, then delving between them. She sobbed out his name as he began to lick that small, puckered opening, sliding his tongue in and out. Over and over again, he teased that tender flesh until she was writhing beneath