Page 203 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

I want to make her mine.

I want to fuck her so hard she feels me inside of her for a week.

Finally, I dip my head and flatten my tongue against her, licking from her opening to her clit, where I change the shape and pulse the tip against her bud. A soft moan fills the office, and when I glance up, she has her head dropped back and her hands cupping her beautiful breasts. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Be a good girl and keep playing with your tits for me while I focus down here.” She moans again but does as requested, pressing them together and rolling her nipples like a damn pro. I drop my head and fucking devour her.

I lick, bite, and suck her like a starved man, holding her open with my big hands. She writhes beneath me, pulling her hips away as she arches her back, making a beautiful shape on my desk. I’m not going to be able to work here without this image assaulting me, and if she lets me, I’d love to fucking draw her like this and have it tattooed on my body.

Her moans and sighs increase, and I take that as my cue that she’s getting close, so I push a single finger into her tight entrance.

Jesus, she’s so fucking small.

Her silken walls are so damn snug around my finger, and my cock grows harder at the idea of being buried in her tight heat. Her fingers glide into my hair, gripping the strands as she presses me into her pussy. Her hips fly up with a long, low moan when I suck her clit hard. “Lincoln.” She shakes her head back and forth. “I’m so close. Make me come.”

“What do you say?” She opens her beautiful big brown eyes, and adorable creases form between her brows. I raise mine and wait as I slowly glide my finger torturously in and out of her, replacing one with two to stretch her; if I don’t, I’ll hurt her later.

“Lincoln, don’t be cruel.”

“Where are your manners, Soph?”

“Please?”

“Please, what?”

She rolls her eyes, but the tilt of her lips suggests she’s not upset. “Please make me come.”

“Good girl.” Extra wetness coats my fingers as I slam inside her heat. She mewls as she arches her back beautifully, preening under my praise. I suck her clit into my mouth in deep pulls as I push my fingers roughly in and out of her opening. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna strangle my cock, and I’m going to love every second of it.”

Her silken walls pulse around my fingers, and she cries out as her legs tighten around my head. Slowing my movements, I keep my eyes on her as she reaches her peak; her mouth dropped open with a silent scream. She’s so damn beautiful. The sight of her falling apart will be permanently emblazoned on my brain—an extraordinary moment I’ll always cherish.

Her body falls lax, and I gently remove my fingers, missing her heat immediately. Softly pressing a kiss to her mound, I push my fingers into her mouth. “Taste yourself.” My eyes roll to the back of my head at the way her unfocused gaze watches me while she sucks my fingers clean with a swirl of her hot tongue.

Once my fingers are clean, I slowly rub my hands up her thighs, loosening the tight muscles, then place kisses across the tattoo on her pelvis and abdomen, working my way up to her breasts, which I tease with my tongue before moving up to her mouth.

Her fingers tangle in my hair as she holds me in place, kissing me hungrily and moaning into my mouth. Could she be any more perfect?

All at once, her hands leave my hair and slide beneath my shirt, slipping the fabric up my torso to bare my abs. “Take off your shirt, Linc. I need to see you.” My muscles twitch while my dick punches against my zipper, and as I drag the offending garment over my head, her hands drop to the button on my jeans. She quickly unfastens it, and I toss my T-shirt onto the chair. Next, her slim fingers are ripping my zipper down and pushing my jeans below my ass. “Hey, what’s the rush?”

She pants as she steals her eyes away from my cock, barely tucked away in my boxer briefs, to look up at me. “I need you inside me, Linc.” She licks her swollen lips, making them shiny.

I rub my thumb across the bottom pillow. “I like your lips like this.”

Her posture softens, and a shy smile touches her bare lips. I lean down and press mine to hers, and for a moment, her hands stall in their mission as I deepen the kiss. I could kiss this woman every day and never tire of her taste. What the fuck is happening to me?

Her hands move to my biceps, and she grips them loosely, sliding her hands over the muscles as she peels her mouth from mine and traces her eyes over my exposed upper body. “Mmm, I love your tattoos,” she murmurs against my lips.

I don’t want to talk about my tattoos right now; we’ve had enough sadness and I’m aching to be inside her, so I press my mouth to hers again.

Her hand slips beneath the cotton of my briefs to grip my erection, and I groan at the feel of her small hand wrapped around me. She’s not shy about it either, which is fucking awesome. A woman who goes after what she wants is such a damn turn-on, so I help her by pushing my briefs down my legs to join my jeans.

Her eyes widen when they land on my cock as it stands proudly against my stomach. “Oh, shit,” she breathes.

I slide my hand between her legs and stroke her still-soaked pussy. “Don’t worry, Shortcake, we’ll take it slow.”

Leaning down, I take her mouth in a wicked kiss. It’s hot and sexy, and the longer it goes on, the wetter she gets; so damn responsive. Her hand continues to stroke me, occasionally swiping her thumb across my slit, making me shiver and testing my patience. I grab her ass and lift her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist so I can grind against her, ensuring her clit gets maximum stimulation.

Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and she rocks, her breasts pressed tight against me, her peaked nipples rubbing the hair on my chest. Her heart beating wildly against mine and her heated skin against mine is better than I could have ever imagined. She’s so soft and smooth beneath my touch. Her womanly curves fill my hands like she was born to be mine. Her hot pussy rubs against my cock, making it grow harder and thicker with every stroke, and I’m on the brink of embarrassing myself.

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