Page 49 of Secret Baby for the Bad Boy

I shake my head.

“This is crazy,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Maybe. But it's what I want,” I reply, my voice shaky.

His lips crash down on mine. As the thrust of his tongue matches the movements of his body, my heart feels ready to explode. I can feel myself stretching around him, feel him demanding I yield to him, and the pressure inside promises pleasure like I’ve never experienced before…. even with him. Talk about an impossibly high bar to set. His movements become more urgent, more frantic, and his hunger only heats me up more. I grab his shoulders, my fingertips digging in as I tuck my ankles behind his thighs as if to keep him from leaving.

He pushes in deep, his breath ragged as our bodies come together completely. The pleasure builds, unbearable yet extraordinary. I'm lost in the passion, the raw emotions we're sharing.

His lips move to my neck, his breath hot and eager. “I want you so much,” he groans, his hips never stopping.

I moan, lost in the sensations. I'm flying higher and higher, the pleasure building until I can't stand it anymore. “I need you to... I need more,” I don’t know what I need, but I want to feel the pleasure crash over me.

He seems to understand. His pace quickens, his thrusts deeper. I arch into him, grasping for more. My breath catches in my throat as I near the edge. I'm close, so close... Only one more touch away.

I gasp as he thrusts into me, his pace desperate. This feeling, it's overwhelming. I'm lost in the heat of the moment, in the way our bodies fit together so perfectly. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting him in me as deep as possible.

His thrusts become harder, faster, and I can feel the edge of orgasm nearing. I arch my back, matching his movements, and he groans, his eyes closing as he loses himself in the moment. His body pins mine, holding me close as he speeds up.

“I'm close,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water and our ragged breathing.

“I need this,” he growls, his eyes opening to find mine again. “I need you.”

I moan softly, feeling the pleasure building within me

His eyes, locked on mine, tell me he knows just what I need. He pushes me over that edge with a final, deep thrust, and the world comes crashing down around us. The pleasure explodes, shattering every expectation I've ever had.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he groans.

I want to say that I’ve missed it, too, but the pleasure tearing through my core and rippling through me leave me voiceless.

“You’re still so perfect,” he says. I feel his body agree as he grows even harder somehow and explodes within me.

Sated, we collapse into each other, our breaths mingling. He traces my eyebrow with a fingertip, trailing it along my temple, down the side of my face in front of my ear and curving to the point of my chin. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss the tip of my nose.

“You are, too,” I say, feeling my heart begin to slow to a more normal pace. As we lay entwined, his fingertips trace my back, my spine, every inch of me that he can reach and he speaks, his voice low and possessive.

“You're mine,” he says.

A laugh escapes me, breathless and light as I lift my head to look at him. “I've always been yours,” I say, my eyes locked with his. “After you, no one else stood a chance.”

He smiles, a wicked curve of the lips that promises sin. That sounds good to me. His hands explore me and I lose myself in the sensation. His hands are everywhere, tracing skin they’ve touched before, yet it feels new, it feels right. The way he whispers my name… it sends a shiver down my spine and tightens my nipples to hard pebbles. He has an effect on my body that I can’t deny… and I’m tired of trying.

But how can we make this work? Doubt creeps in, chased away – for the moment - by his words.

“Tell me you want this,” he demands, rolling onto his back and bringing me with him so I’m straddling his hips. He’s already hard and ready to go again.

“More than anything,” I whisper, telling him the truth.

His smile as I rise up and slide down every inch of him leaves me breathless.

The rhythm we find is urgent, a quick movement that promises a quick orgasm. His hands claim my hips as he moves with a precision that sets every nerve ending alight, drawing out the pleasure until it's almost too much to bear. With each whispered word from his lips, I'm falling deeper.

“God, you're incredible,” he groans, admiration mingling with desire in his tone.

My body responds to his every move, and he’s quick to draw the pleasure out of me. And as my body clamps down tight around him, the pleasure exploding through me and leaving bright dots of white in my vision, I bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out.

“Don’t do that,” he says, and I open my eyes to look at him. “Don’t hold back.” His thumb traces my lower lip and I let go and give into the incredible sensations screaming through my body.

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