Page 204 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

She uses her thighs on my hips to push up and reaches between us to notch the head of my cock at her opening. She’s so hot … and wet … and my eager dick weeps to get inside her, but she’s small … and she was so tight around my fingers. Pushing down, she takes the head of my cock inside her heat, and I close my eyes, dropping my head back on my shoulders to center myself as a groan rumbles from deep within.

I desperately want to shove inside her until I’m buried deep, but I won’t.

I don’t want to hurt her.

“Linc?” she murmurs against my throat.

“Give me a minute, Shortcake. You feel better than anyone ever has, and I need … I need a minute,” I breathe as I look into her bedroom eyes with lust and desperation shining back at me, mirroring my desire.

Why does she feel so different?

I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s more than the connection I’m experiencing—it’s inexplicably deeper, and yet it’s not enough.

It will never be enough.

She tries to push down, to take me deeper, to hurry me along, but I grip her ass tightly and frown at her. Licking my throat, she nips my collarbone—maybe she’s not as innocent as I first thought—and I almost break from her seduction. She slips down a little further, and I groan at the sensation.

Her heat.

The silken feel of her walls as they sheath my cock.

Fuck.

“Your pussy’s stretching perfectly to take my cock but you’re so tight … I don’t want to hurt you,” I pant, doing my best to keep myself in check.

Biting her bottom lip, her eyes roll back in her head. “God,” she murmurs.

“That’s why I want to take it slow.” I kiss my way up her throat and slide my hands from her ass along her thighs to open her further, then push in a little more.

“Mmm,” she hums, but I notice a tightness around her eyes that wasn’t there before. She readjusts her position slightly, opening her a little more to my slow intrusion.

Leaning down, I take her mouth in a heated kiss meant to distract her. I caress my tongue along hers, twisting and tasting, stroking and sucking. She slips down my dick a little further, and I hold her still so I can relish the feeling of her velvet walls wrapped around me. This woman is going to undo me and at thirty-eight, it’s been a long time since that happened.

She winces.

“You okay?”

“It’s been a long time, and it’s a tight fit, but I will be.”

My chest puffs up. A long time. “How long?” The words escape my mouth before I can stop them.

Her bottom lip slides behind her teeth and her eyes slip to the side. “Uh.”

Shit, that was probably too personal. But, hey, I have my dick mostly inside her. That’s pretty personal, and I really want to know, but maybe it was inappropriate. “That’s ok?—”

“Close to nine years.”

“What the fuck?” I hiss as I pull her off my dick, missing her tight heat immediately, and sit her on my desk. When I look down at my angry cock, I realize exactly why she felt so amazing—I forgot the condom.

Let’s not mention she’s almost a virgin, for fuck’s sake.

Can a woman be revirginized? Is that even a thing? I grab her panties and slip her feet roughly through the openings like I’m dressing a child.

She frowns at me and pushes at my hands. “What are you doing?”

“I thought it was obvious. I’m dressing you.”

“I know that. I want to know why you stopped?” Her arched brows dip low over her eyes, but I continue to drag her panties up her legs. She’s not helping at all.

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