Page 95 of Never Kiss the Bad Boy

His hands find the button and zipper of my jeans while I kick my tennis shoes off, and then I’m nude in the middle of my new and improved kitchen, with Kyle looming over me and looking at me like I’m the tastiest feast he’s ever seen. He drops to his knees, dragging me to the table’s edge and catching my legs on his strong, broad shoulders.

The first tease of his tongue over my clit has me clenching my thighs against his head, but he shakes his head, forcing his way back closer. “Give it to me, Daniela. It’s mine.”

I can’t argue with that because it’s true. My body, my heart, my soul… it’s all his. I fought against it, against him, but he kept coming back for more, wearing down my defenses and showing me that he was worth the risk.

And he was worth it. He is worth it.

So I let my legs fall open, braving the onslaught of his tongue over my clit and his fingers as they easily slide inside me. “Good girl,” he praises, and though I can hear the smirk in his voice, I can’t care when he’s making me feel this amazing.

He fucks me with his fingers, spreading my juices up to my clit where he licks them off before repeating the process over and over until I’m writhing on the edge of coming. He places his other hand low on my belly, just above my pubic bone, and presses down firmly, his fingers inside me teasing over that spot he knows gets me off fast.

I fly.

I cry out, my eyes slamming shut as my back arches hard. I lose track of my body as he works me through the orgasm. As I start to come down, he growls, “No. More. Go again.” His fingers are soaked, and he blurs them over my clit, making me messy with my own cum as he demands another orgasm from me. My body complies much more easily than my mind usually does, and it takes very little teasing of my sensitive clit before I’m coming again.

“Yes,” I moan.

Kyle doesn’t let me ride it out for long, though. He’s multi-tasked like a damn pro and is standing at the table’s edge with his jeans around his thighs and his dick free before I even finish. “Look at me,” he orders, his voice hard.

My eyes are rolling in my head, but I blink, trying to focus on his face. He swats at my clit, and my knees close involuntarily as I flinch at the pleasurable pain, but it clears my vision enough to see the desperation on his face. I know what he needs. “Fuck me, Kyle. Like you love me, like I love you. Fuck me like we love each other.”

His head falls to the side, and his eyes flutter closed for a split second as he takes a deep breath, but in a heartbeat, he’s back and slamming into me. My legs fly up, landing on his shoulders, and he holds them there as he takes me.

In my romanticized mind, I thought making love would be sweet and gentle. Maybe that’s the case for some people. But not for me and Kyle.

We are too fiery, too passionate, too wild for sweet and soft, so he fucks me rough, deep, and hard, and I love every second of it. He leans over me, testing to see how far my legs will go, and plants a hand next to my head when he finds my limit. I claw at him, probably leaving marks on his back, but neither of us seems to care. He’s on me, in me, but I still want him closer somehow.

I look into his eyes as he savagely pounds me into the shaking table. This is not the time for words and whispered nothings. This is raw, powerful need that we can only satisfy together.

His hips slam against my ass, and he grunts, the cords on the sides of his neck standing out as he strains to hold on. “Daniela,” he grits out, on the edge.

“Do it. Give it to me. It’s mine.”

Before I can finish repeating his words back to him, he’s jerking and I feel his heat filling me. Unexpectedly, it sets me off again, and I throw my head to the side, finding Kyle’s wrist where he’s supporting himself. I don’t mean to, but overcome with emotions and sensations, I bite down to keep from screaming as a third and final orgasm has me spasming and shuddering wildly.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” I mutter, sagging.

Kyle’s head is leaned against my calf and he’s smiling happily. “I’d like to say your bark is worse than your bite, but…” he teases. I press a soft kiss to his arm where there are in fact tiny indentions in the red mark I left. But he seems unconcerned. “Handprint, teeth mark, all a small price to pay for getting at this sweet pussy,” Kyle declares, grinding himself deeper in me.

I groan at the delicious feeling, even though his cum is leaking out of me and running down my cheeks to…

“The table!” I shout, pushing at him as it strikes me exactly where we are.

“What about it? It’ll hold you and me both,” Kyle says as I lower my legs and try to move.

I sigh, realizing it’s too late, anyway. “Do you know how much cleaning and disinfecting I’m going to have to do before I can start prepping for the week?”

He flashes me a cocky smirk. “Don’t know, don’t care, totally worth it.”

I can’t help but laugh because he’s right. Still, I swat at him, feigning anger. “Such a guy answer.”

“Would most guys help you clean and prep? Because I will.” He waits a moment and then says, “Never mind, don’t answer that. Don’t think about other guys while you’re still on my dick… or ever. Just me. Kyle. That’s all you need.”

He pats his chest, and I shake my head, grinning.

“Did I mention the toolbox has all your knives, spoons, and spatulas in it?” he teases like that’s the big dangling carrot in this situation and not his considerably sized dick. Or his extra-big heart.

CHAPTER 30

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