Page 216 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Tears escape down my cheeks and excess saliva dribbles out of my mouth, and while I should be more concerned about how I look, the heated stare directed my way puts any worries to rest. His fingers grip my hair, and he drags me off his heavy cock. “You’re doing so good, Soph, but I don’t want to come down your throat.” He releases his grip. “Not this time.”

Seventeen

Lincoln

Fuck me, she’s got a mouth on her.

She comes across as innocent and inexperienced, but she’s a seductress in disguise. All sweet curves, delicious valleys, addictive flavors, and moans that are as dangerous as a siren’s song.

I scoop her up and fold her over my desk, sliding my hand down the curve of her graceful spine until I reach the fabric at her waist. My glistening cock taps against my stomach as I push the plaid material over the curve of her sexy ass, exposing her to me. Bending at the knees, I swipe my fingers through her slit, causing a groan to shudder from my lips as I collect her arousal. “You’re fucking dripping for me. Did you enjoy sucking me off?”

Arching her back, she moans as my wet fingers connect with her swollen clit. “I—” I press the swollen nub, then pinch it. “I loved it. I didn’t want to stop.”

Continuing my ministrations, I fold over her, cloaking her with my much bigger body. “You’re such a filthy girl, you almost made me come before I was ready.” I nip her ear and then lick the spot.

She tilts her head to the side with a moan, offering me her neck and I take her invitation to bite the delicate curve where her neck meets her shoulder, then suck it to soothe the sting. She pushes her ass into me and my cock slides between her cheeks, nestling between the plump flesh, dragging me back to the brink.

I desperately need to be inside her.

Grabbing the condom, I quickly roll it down my length, then fist the base to line it up with her slick opening. Intense heat radiates from her pussy as I notch the head of my aching cock, driving me insane. And as her pink lips stretch around my tip, it’s impossible to tear my gaze away from the sight of her taking me inside. “Open your legs wider for me, Shortcake.”

She does as I ask, arching her spine beautifully as I push inside, achingly slow. Everything inside of me screams to take her hard.

To make her mine.

To own her.

But common sense prevails.

It’s been a long time for her, and I need to go slow.

There’ll be time enough to ruin her.

I push in another inch, giving her a chance to grow accustomed to my thickness. “Your pussy’s taking me like the good girl she is,” I praise and her walls flutter around me. In this position, she’s fucking tight as her silken walls fist me, welcoming me home.

Such a simple concept, but something settles deep inside me. Like I’ve found a missing piece somehow. So fucking cliché. Never thought I’d be that guy.

She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Lincoln,” she moans, trying to push her hips back. “I need you.”

I squeeze her hips roughly and raise my eyes from our joining to meet hers. The heat and desperation I see there almost have me slamming inside like my instincts beg me to do. “I need to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so fucking tight.”

“Mmmm.” Her eyes roll as I push in a little further, then withdraw, only to push in further still.

I continue the process, torturing us both until I’m seated fully inside. Closing my eyes, I drop my head back on my shoulders, taking a moment to gather myself. I want this to last. I want to make her come again before I do, but with the way she tightly wraps around me, I’ll need to draw on every ounce of control I have.

My years of experience. Those twelve years between us need to count for something.

Once I’m confident I won’t come in two seconds, I open my eyes and drop my head, taking in Sophie bent over my desk, waiting patiently for me. The way my pelvis is tucked tightly against her backside and the shape of her body. The trust she’s giving me blows my mind and fills every cell of my body with gratitude that she walked into my life.

With hot possessiveness to be her last lover.

Fuck!

This pocket-sized woman holds power over me I never would have considered possible. Devotion and loyalty grow in my chest and spread through my body. I want to worship this woman for as long as she’ll allow me.

She was made for me just as I was made for her.

I fold my body over hers and take her mouth in a slow kiss. One I hope expresses this means something to me.

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