Being a Bad Girlfriend Part 2 - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend Part 2

... face. It was good to know that he was desperate for my body. Pulling the zipper down my back, I reached up to take hold of the two thin straps over my shoulders that were the only thing keeping my black party dress up.

“You said earlier that you could get used to looking down my dress,” I teased.

He grinned in amusement as he recognised the erotic irony in the situation. “And you said I had a lot of dreams,” he replied smugly.

“Well, I guess you got me to grant you one of your dreams tonight,” I replied mischievously. My eyes and smirk grew wider as I let one strap fall from my shoulder. While holding his gaze, I dropped the other strap and tugged my dress down until it pooled at my feet.

I watched his face as he feasted his eyes on my body which was covered only by a matching black lace bra and panties. I watched him back with a grin on my face as his eyes moved up and down my body before meeting my gaze.

“Everything you dreamed of?” I asked as I stood before him in my underwear, bra and high heels along with a silver necklace and bracelet that my boyfriend had given me for our third anniversary just a couple of weeks ago.

He nodded his head and I let him watch me for a moment before I slowly swayed towards him. I leaned in, letting my warm breath wash over his neck as my lips hovered in place. “You want me?” I breathed out teasingly.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed back.

I smiled. “You want to fuck me?” The raging need grew inside me at the thought of ...

... what we were going to do.

His fingers cinched around my waist, almost digging into my flesh as he pulled me closer. “Fuck, yes, Bonnie!”

“What do you want?” I asked him, the hunger in my tone evident as our gazes met once more.

“For you to get down on your knees and suck my dick,” he growled.

I ran my hands down his shoulders and hard chest, onto his stomach. I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. “Don’t tell my boyfriend or anyone, okay?” I said as his cock hung proudly inches from my face.

“It’s our secret,” he responded.

“You’re so big,” I breathed out, stroking him slowly up and down.

I looked up at him from where I knelt before him. I knew he was enjoying the view of me half-naked on my knees before him. He grinned smugly with hunger swimming in his beautiful brown hues. I glanced back down at his dick, my fist gently moving up and down his length.

“Never seen a dick this big before?” he asked smugly.

I shook my head though the insinuation about my boyfriend was lost on me as I stared at his shaft. “How big are you?” I asked in a mixed tone of surprise and hunger.

“Eight inches and a bit more,” he replied proudly and I felt a tingle rush through me. My boyfriend was only six and a half and at most seven inches. Sean was going to tear me apart. “You like it?” he asked.

Looking up at him, I shuffled a little closer to him on my knees so that the head of his cock pressed hard against my soft lips. My hand continued to work up and down his ...