Page 217 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

That she means something to me.

Our teeth clash at this angle, but I don’t stop. I’m too raw and I need this connection to ground me. She teases my tongue with hers and I move my hips in a languid dance—slowly retreating and filling her silky heat, matching the action with my tongue in her mouth.

When we pull away to catch our breath, our eyes catch and lock, and I wonder if the vulnerability I see in hers is mirrored in mine. Can she see how affected I am by her? How much I want to keep her?

The need to move. To mate. To fucking snap my hips and bury myself deep burns my muscles.

Kissing my way along her jaw to her ear, I blow a hot breath along her cheek, then rub the scruff on my jaw across the smooth area. “Are you ready, Shortcake?” She nods, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “I need your words,” I tell her, then kiss her shoulder as I slowly withdraw.

Her eyes widen slightly, and she nods, humming her agreement. Then remembers she needs to speak. “I’m so ready. My body’s on fire for you. Please move.”

It’s all I need. I snap my hips forward so fast that my head spins as her walls spasm around my length. Pushing up from my prone position, I grip her hips and reluctantly drag my cock from her heat. My eyes drop to the slickness coating the condom and a sudden rush of desire to do this bare overwhelms me.

Don’t be foolish dickhead.

She wiggles her hips, tempting me to move. I snap my hips forward like I want to drill through her body, shunting my desk forward at the same time with the force. Delicate grunts leave her lips as I rut into her like the fucking animal I am. My desire to be gentle for her first time in so long, forgotten.

Desperation takes its place.

Pure need and desire.

Raw lust and instinct taking over.

My hips snap and withdraw without guidance from me in a dance that’s as innate as breathing. Our moans and gasps lance through the air, my hips slap against Sophie’s ass, and the desk scratches against the concrete floor, creating a soundtrack that’s so damn erotic I can’t stand it.

Another slam of my hips. Another moan from Sophie’s swollen lips and her walls tighten around my cock, sucking me in deeper. So deep, that I swear I can touch her soul. Her very center. The core of who she is.

My blood fizzes and tingles.

My focus narrows to us.

To the primal place where we’re joined and the parts of her I can’t see but feel deeply connected to. Our skin glistens with perspiration while red blotches decorate Sophie’s tender flesh as her body takes my punishing strokes.

I snap my hips and Sophie’s walls pulse. She’s getting close, so I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug her head back, holding her in place. “Come on, Shortcake. Don’t hold back on me now. Give me everything. Every moan. Every shudder. Break apart and know I’ll put all of your pieces back together.”

Her pussy spasms around my cock as I rut into her relentlessly, while her spine makes a beautiful shape as it bows when she cries out. With her head tugged back and her body tight and shuddering, she falls apart.

Her pussy sucks me in and holds me tight.

It’s fucking magnificent.

Gritting my teeth to hold back my release, I slow my hips, teasing her through her orgasm until she collapses. Her cheek flush against my desk, her hair an absolute mess, and her eyes pressed closed. The muscles in her back move up and down with each inhale and exhale and her lips tip up lazily.

When she slowly opens her eyes, she twists her head and looks at me with a lazy gaze and a satiated smirk. “That was better than any of my toys.”

Laughter bubbles from deep within and bursts out of me. “You’re so damn unexpected, Soph.”

She shrugs off my comment and the need to pull her into my arms becomes too intense. Holding the base of my dick to keep the condom in place, I carefully withdraw, then help Sophie up from her prone position. Turning her around, I collect her in my embrace and kiss her with all the desire and lust I have for her, but also with a promise that I’ll always take care of her.

Her hands slide around my body until she’s cupping my shoulder blades as our tongues stroke and tease, lick and taste. We’ve kissed before, but this feels like we’ve been doing it for a lifetime already. It feels like we were always meant to kiss each other. Like we were made for each other.

Without tearing my mouth from hers, I slip back inside her welcoming heat, pushing her thighs open wide. She swallows my groan and I pull away slightly to press my forehead to hers. “I need a minute.”

Her fingers trace my shoulder blades, then graze down the planes of my back, making my muscles twitch beneath her touch. “Take all the time you need. I love having you inside me. I feel so full … so right,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“You feel goddamn incredible around my cock.” I press my mouth to hers, swiping my tongue across the swollen pillows, and stealing my way inside. “You were made for me,” I murmur against her lips.

Moving my hips in slow, leisurely thrusts, I take my time to build her toward another orgasm. That’ll be three. She has a lot of years to make up for and I intend to help her do that. Now that I’ve experienced the beauty of being inside her, she’ll be lucky if I ever leave.

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