Page 17 of Her Bad Boy

As his fingers found the buttons of her blouse, Lucas pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing erratic, lips murmuring against hers, "Allie, if you don't want this, if you don't want me inside you within the next few minutes, you have to tell me now."

When she opened her eyes, they were clearer than they'd been all evening as she stared up at him, her speech much less slurred. "What makes you think I don't want you?"

His eager fingers made quick work of the buttons, easily finding that lace covered bud again and beginning to tease it, stroking lazily back and forth over the crest, dragging the manicured nail of his index finger over and over it as she tried to fidget, but he held her still.

"You're obviously drunk—you let me spank you when the idea seemed to terrify you, weeks ago, although I know it intrigued you, too."

"Well, I'm not drunk now, Lucas. That spanking was…sobering, to say the least."

Barely able to believe what she was saying, he reached inside her bra to cup her breasts in his warm hand, thumbing her nipple expertly as he did so and watching her fall apart in his arms, lips parted, desperate for air as she moaned in a manner that was designed to drive him right over the edge.

When she had recovered as much as he was going to allow her to, she looked him straight in the eye and said, "Please, Lucas. Make love to me?"

The plea in her tone twisted his heart as he rose with her in his arms and brought her to his bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind them. Within seconds, she was naked before him, tiptoeing up to nibble at his ear as he began to disrobe himself, delighted when she joined in, and soon, he was as naked as she was.

Fixing her with an intent gaze that made her shiver, Lucas took a step towards her.

Allie backed up, giggling, until the backs of her calves hit the end of the bed and she nearly toppled over, except that the man with the long arms reached out to save her. Only he didn't grab onto just any old place—he cupped her bottom with both big hands and squeezed, feeling all sorts of levels of satisfaction when she squealed as he gripped the globes that he had tenderized not long ago, himself.

"Lucas, ow! Stop!"

But he ignored her, loving her writhing resistance, lifting her by that grip as she obediently parted her legs and clamped them around his waist. "Is your bottom sore?" he growled.

"Yes!" she pouted.

"Good."

Then she had the audacity to whisper into his ear before nipping at the lobe, "What do I have to do to get you to spank me again?"

Her back hit the mattress less than a second later, and he followed her down, already poised between her legs, cock in hand.

But then he caught her eye, amazed that he was able to do so through the haze of lust that had descended over him. "Are you a virgin?"

"No," she panted, shaking her head.

"Good, because I can't wait any longer. I won't wait." Allie found herself flipped onto her knees as he used her hips to pull her to him, mounting her swiftly with one breathtaking motion as he bit and sucked at the back of her neck, saying, "You are mine, Miss Allyria Barstow. And I'm going to make sure you won't ever forget that, even for a second."

Although he began pumping immediately into and out of her, it took Allie a while to come to grips with just how truly invaded she felt. She wanted him, and even her mind had given up the ghost of resistance by that point. It was her body that had her whimpering beneath him, trying to absorb the shock of him taking her so powerfully like that. She had never been made to feel this completely submissive before. She had never felt…used, and if she had, she had been quite sure she wouldn't have liked the sensation at all.

But she was wrong. Her body loved it—it adored how big and powerful he was, how he could easily do anything he wanted to to her and there wasn't anything she could really do about it—and her mind loved the fact that she wouldn't put anything past him, despite his gentlemanly demeanor.

The combination of feeling overpowered and overwhelmed, along with that dangerous edge she knew he possessed, was positively explosive. Sex hadn't been the best for her before this. Now, it was damned near killing her.

Lucas noticed that she was struggling a bit at first, but he liked that and didn't change anything about how he was taking her in the least. He adored annihilating her attempts at resistance and bending her to his will. He liked her off balance like that—she was always so put together and staunch and rigid and unyielding.

She could no longer claim that last adjective, because she was being kept very busy yielding all of herself—inside and out—to him.

He made no accommodations for the fact that she wasn't very experienced. She didn't have to tell him; he knew she hadn't done this much, which is why he'd asked if she'd ever had sex at all, just in case. He was glad she wasn't quite that inexperienced, because it let him take her the way he wanted to—hard, giving no quarter, hips slamming into her unrelentingly, listening to the sounds her body made involuntarily because of his own strength and power, hearing them being slightly distressed at first, but then, eventually changing to moans of unmistakable pleasure.

Especially when he leaned over her back, easily covering all of her, reaching between legs he kept widely spread with his own to find her exposed, swollen, sensitive, very wet clit. "I won't do this all the time for you, Allyria. I won't always allow you pleasure when I fuck you. Whether or not you come is my decision, not yours."

At that dominant pronouncement, she began to whimper defiantly, "No!" doing her best to resist and trying to lean her hips away from his fingers, but he easily held her still beneath him.

"And right now," he said, pinching her clit lightly while rubbing his fingertips over it. "I want you to come for me, kitten. I won't stop until you do. Do as you're told, young lady. Come."

When she did, seconds later, still chanting, "No!" even as she lost that battle to him in a spectacular fashion—she went absolutely wild with it, bucking and arching and writhing. He had to clamp down on her more than he had been before, but he rode her out, never missing a stroke, forcing her to take him throughout that and the next four orgasms he forced her to, leaving off only because his own was impending and he knew he couldn't keep track of hers and his—and he was right.

It was almost akin to pain—that severe pleasure he felt as he spent himself within her, sperm shooting up inside her, spattering the walls of her cunt with his cum.

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