Page 50 of Bad & Bossy

Something bloomed in my veins as I kissed her, changing me, shredding me. I begged time not to shift like it did earlier that evening and plucked her bra from her body, mumbling an apology as the fabric grazed her sensitive nipples. Her neck tasted of vanilla, soft and warm, but I was aching to taste her between her thighs. I wanted every inch of her that she would allow, and from the way her body was responding, I knew she’d give it.

My breath caught when her slender fingers wrapped themselves around the base of my cock. I didn’t think I could get any harder but fuck, the way she touched me, so gentle yet so fucking needy, only made me swell more. I needed her. I needed to be inside of her.

I pushed my boxers down over her hand and let her work at me while I sucked at the side of her neck, something primal screaming at me to mark her. I felt like a goddamn teenager, not caring who sees a hickey from an intense make out session on the football field. With her free hand she removed her own underwear, and within seconds, I had my fingers buried inside of her warmth.

“Do you want the lube this time?” I mumbled, eyeing my dresser where I kept it stashed. It didn’t feel like she needed it, but I was playing by her rules, taking this at the speed she was comfortable with.

“Does it feel like I do?” she laughed.

“No.”

“Then there’s your answer.”

Pushing her legs up by her breasts, I removed my fingers and pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance. I could already feel the burning at the base of my throat ease just a little, but I had to have more. “Watch me,” I rasped, dropping my forehead to hers and staring down at where we connected over the bridge of her nose. “I want you to fucking see how perfectly I fit.”

The moan that broke through her as I buried every inch of me inside of her made me quiver. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like I didn’t need to, like she was the only thing I needed. No air, no water, no food, no sleep. Just her, and this.

I kissed her and the fucking world shattered around me.

I fucked her and she came undone.

Every kiss, every cry, every whimper she made felt like more than what it should have. She was just a woman I’d met last year, just someone I’d slept with a handful of times, just someone I’d destroyed a potential relationship with because of my drinking.

Just someone who’d appeared back in my life, just a woman who’d truly lived while I drowned.

But the connection we’d had last year hadn’t gone away. If anything, in that moment, it felt like it had grown tenfold. When I kissed her, it wasn’t out of want but desperation. We were connected in ways I couldn’t comprehend. It was as if she had been the only one I could count on to show up when I needed someone, like she had done everything in her power to make sure I didn’t drown again.

I didn’t deserve any of it.

But I was going to lose myself with her.

“You’re everything,” I rasped, my lips against her ear, my chest against her breasts, my cock so far inside of her I didn’t think I’d ever leave.

She whimpered a little moan as I touched her, my fingers thrumming against her clit with every drive of my hips. I wondered what she’d been worried about, there wasn’t a single thing about her that felt wrong. It hadn’t changed her fundamentally to have a child. It didn’t make her any less worthy of feeling so fucking good.

Her head turned, seeking out my lips again, but she didn’t kiss me. “Cole,” she whispered, our heated breaths mixing. I could feel the way her body began to tremble, the way her walls started to close in on me. “I…”

Her hand sought out mine, her fingers wrapping around my wrist, and slowly, shyly, led me to her breast. She’d pushed me away the last time I’d gone for them.

Gently, I ghosted a finger across her swollen nipple, watching in fucking awe as the tiniest bead of white prickled to the surface. She moaned louder, and I did it again, taking it between my fingers and rolling it.

Every part of her stiffened before breaking, a shriek rippling from her throat. I covered my mouth with hers, drinking in the reverberations of her noises as she came around my cock, her walls trembling and clenching around me. It was the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever felt, and it dragged me closer to joining her.

“Fuck, oh my god,” she cried, the overstimulation forcing her wild eyes to lock onto mine as I moved down her body.

I didn’t even think about it. I just did it.

Closing my lips around her nipple, the intensely sweet drop of milk hit my tongue. My hips stuttered, my mind went fucking numb, and oh god, I was close. I was so goddamn close.

“Cole, you don’t have to?—”

“I want to,” I rasped, and as if by magic, my tongue moving against her produced another little drop, and then another. Her fingers knotted in my hair, her trembling body taking all that it could from me. Just a little more, a little longer, I could hold out. I could make it last. I could take her, I could claim her, I could fill her up then do it again. I had to. I didn’t want to stop.

I lost all control and rocketed over the edge, emptying everything I had inside of her, shaking as I fucked her, as I claimed her. I wouldn’t recover from it this time. I knew I was ruined, ruined for every other fucking woman.

I didn’t want anyone else.

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