Page 155 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

He reaches behind his head and pulls his hoodie off, carefully setting it on the ground.

“C’mere,” he mutters, pulling me with him to kneel on his hoodie. “Lie back and spread your legs open for me.”

It takes a second before my body responds to his words. I swear, I’m living in a daze, but I follow his instructions and recline on my elbows, sprawling out for Colter on his sweatshirt.

“My God, you’re fuckin’ perfect.” Our eyes lock before he lets his gaze trail down my body.

He brushes his fingertip along my inner thigh again, trailing up toward my pussy. His fingers are so soft, like a light caress, and it’s enough to drive me out of my damn mind.

“So wet,” he mutters low, and I thrust my hips toward him. He grins and says, “And so needy.”

“Colter, please—” I say, but I’m cut off when his finger slips into me, and my eyes roll closed. I can only respond with a muffled “Fuck.”

He curls his finger and brushes his thumb gently over my clit, and I moan. My chest heaves while I struggle to catch my breath.

“Pull your shirt up. Let me see you play with those pretty nipples.”

I collapse onto the ground and pull my shirt up. I can hear the slick sound of his fingers entering me, and it only turns me on more.

“Goddamn, I don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky with you.”

“Colter, I want you.” I brush my finger over my nipple and my body trembles.

He pulls his hand away, and my pussy clenches, missing the absence of him inside me.

I stare between my legs, watching him tug his sweats over his hips, revealing his hard length. Watching the impressive sight of his large hand gripping his length, fisting himself, with my wetness coating his skin it’s another level of hot.

Colter nods toward me. “On your hands and knees. I want to see my name on your back while I fuck you.”

I scramble to turn over, and he hums, running his hand over my spine and down toward my ass before landing a hard swat against my cheek.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, brushing the tip of his dick over my pussy before lining himself up at my entrance.

Even at this angle, there’s a noticeable size difference between us. When he wraps his arm around my waist, he holds me up enough to where he can slide in easily. Fuck, I wasn’t prepared for how deep he’d feel from this position.

“You okay?” he mutters against my neck. I gasp, trying to catch my breath and nod.

“I said I want you, and that meant all of you. Give me what I want, and don’t hold back.”

He growls, setting me on the ground, and grips my hips. When he pulls out and back in, I yelp, not expecting the force of his punishing thrusts.

I press my chest against the ground and arch my back, reaching my hand between my legs to rub my clit. He mutters a low “fuck” when he feels my fingers brush over him as he pistons into me. Nothing but the sounds of our skin slapping and our choppy breaths fill the air around us.

“You. This. It’s all I fuckin’ want, Ava. Tell me I can have you forever. ’Cause seeing my name printed on your back,” he grunts, picking up his pace and digging his fingers into my hips.

“Yesss,” I hiss. “All of you.”

It’s all I can get out, but it’s enough for him. A low groan vibrates from deep in his chest, and when I follow it up with “I love you,” it’s enough to send us both crashing over the edge.

“Aw, fuck,” he moans, repeating the words over and over, intermixed with other praises. Trembles wrack through my body, followed by the blissful feeling of floating, and Colter collapses on the ground next to me, pulling me in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my temple, then trailing them down toward my ear. “And I promise, soon, you’ll be wearing my last name forever.”

I roll over, facing him and holding his face in my hands. He leans into me, turning his head to kiss one of my palms, and smiles.

I sigh. “You’re all I want. Forever.”

Epilogue

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