Page 20 of Dating the Bad Boy

He ignores me again, hanging up on me.

Fucking hell. Why is he such a pain in the ass?

I pull the phone away from my ear, considering texting the matchmaker to give her a heads up that he’s up to something. But I don’t even get our text thread pulled up before headlights cut across the window out front. My heart thuds against my ribcage, hope and anxiety warring.

I toss the phone toward the couch, striding toward the window.

My heart leaps into my throat when I see Leslie’s car bounce into the driveway. Fuck. She’s here. She’s actually fucking here.

I’m across the room in two steps, ripping the front door open. By the time she’s parked, I’m at her door, yanking it open.

Her wide eyes meet mine as I haul her out of the car and into my arms, feeling like I’m finally breathing again after a day with no oxygen. I don’t give her time to say a word before my lips are on hers. I press her back against the car, licking into her mouth to steal her damn soul. I want it, every damn piece of it.

“Asa,” she moans, shoving her hands into my hair and grinding all over my cock.

“Christ, I missed you today,” I breathe, nipping at her lips. I rock my hips into hers, not giving a fuck if the whole neighborhood sees me dry-humping her against the car. “I was afraid you weren’t coming.”

“Of course I was coming,” she gasps, pulling my hair. “I love you, Asa.”

I jerk my head up, meeting her gaze. “What?”

She smiles, her eyes bright. “I said I love you. I should have said it earlier. It’s been bugging me all dang day that I didn’t.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Um, that is what you mean, right?”

She doubts it? Well, shit.

“Hang on tight, gorgeous girl,” I mutter, peeling her away from the car. I shove the door closed with my foot, already marching toward the house with her in my arms. She clings to me, her lips wreaking havoc on me as she nips and kisses all along my jaw.

If my cock gets any harder, we’re going to have problems here…

I press her back against the door as soon as we’re over the threshold, already working on getting her naked. I need to be inside her when I say what I have to say. Who the fuck cares if it’s traditional or not? She’s my home. I can work on getting her pregnant while I tell her that I’m fucking crazy about her.

As soon as her dress is off, I’ve got one hard nipple in my mouth and my hand between her legs, playing with that perfect pussy. She sobs my name, trying to rip through the button of my jeans.

By the time she finally gets my cock out, I’ve already made her come on my fingers. I slide inside her tight pussy, growling her name. This right here… fuck yes.

“Look at me, baby.”

Her wide, dilated eyes meet mine, blown wide with lust.

“I fucking love you.” I thrust into her. “I love your mind.” I thrust again. “I love your heart.” Again. “I love your sense of humor.” Again. “Your sassy attitude.” And again. “I love your beautiful eyes. And the way you take me so fucking well. I love every goddamn thing about you, Leslie.” I fuck into her over and over, pounding my devotion into her perfect body. “You’re it for me.”

“I love you,” she sobs, her pussy already rippling all up and down my shaft. “You’re the best thing I ever won, Asa.”

“You didn’t win me, gorgeous girl.” I nip her throat. “You fucking bewitched me. And you aren’t allowed to ever stop. Now, come on my cock so we can get a few things straight.”

“L-like what?” she gasps.

“Like the fact that you’re moving in here.” I slip my hand between our bodies, homing in on her clit. I grind my thumb against it, loving the way her cunt squeezes me so fucking tight. “And how many of my kids you want. I’m working on the first one right now.”

“Asa,” she whimpers.

“And how long I have to wait to call you my wife.”

She moans, shattering apart in my arms. The way her pussy ripples and squeezes as she goes off is fucking perfect. I bury my face in her throat, growling her name as her orgasm rips my own from me. I pump my hips, draining every damn drop deep inside her, praying like hell that it takes root. That she ends up pregnant here and now.

“You don’t have to wait,” she gasps, slumping against me.

“What?”

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