Page 40 of Bad Guys Need Love Too

What she didn’t tell him, had never told anyone, was that she’d never come with penetration alone. She could make herself come, and it wasn’t like penetration itself wasn’t pleasurable for her. But she’d never quite made it to the grand finale during the act before. She’d always thought that was aherproblem. As if she just required an unreasonable amount of foreplay and pounding to orgasm.

Ren seemed to have made it his mission to prove her wrong. Because when he bent down and took her nipple between his teeth, giving it a sharp—but nottoosharp—nip, she felt it begin. Then, when he reached between their straining bodies and unerringly found her clit with his thumb, she broke.

She came so hard she saw stars. She’d done full-body, intense, advanced Pilates classes that didn’t make her body tense and contract as much asthisorgasm did. Her mouth dried up as allthe moisture in her body rushed out over his cock. She screamed his name so loud she was a little worried she might’ve damaged his hearing.

Not that he cared. Because before the last waves of her orgasm had even faded to delightful little flutters, he’d picked her up, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and slammed back into her from behind.

A deep, throaty moan fell from her lips. She pushed back against him, tightening her muscles around him, and delighted in his harsh intake of breath. “More,” she cried. “Please.”

With an animalistic growl, he did as she commanded. He moved slowly at first, with deep, hard strokes. But it didn’t take long for his control to fade.

Again and again, he pounded into her, hitting a spot that even her vibrator had failed to stroke over the years, making her toes curl and her stomach clench. Her arms couldn’t hold up under that kind of pressure, so all she could do was press her face into the mattress and hang onto the sheets for dear life with her sweaty hands.

She didn’t dare ask for anything else, because miraculously, she was more than halfway toanotherorgasm. The thought of him changing something up and ruining it for her almost made her tear up.

But she should’ve known Ren wouldn’t let her down like that. His thrusts had completely lost their finesse, and he let out a string of tense curse words, but he didn’t stop or change anything up. He just kept going—hard, fast, perfect.

And when shedidfinally come again, it was so intense she had to choke back sobs. Had she been standing, it would’ve brought herto her knees. Were human bodies even capable of handlingthismuch pleasure? Was her heart going to explode?

She assumed he’d come then. Because howthe fuckhadn’t he come already?

So, all she could do was gasp in shock when he pulled out, flipped her limp body back onto the bed, slid down between her legs and sucked her clit into his mouth. Hard.

Holy shit. His tongue. She should take out an insurance policy on his tongue. Because after this, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to go on living if something ever happened to his tongue.

“Come now,” he growled.

Her body must’ve thought it was a reasonable request, because another second or two of tongue fucking was all it took for yet another orgasm to grab hold of her. And halfway through the first wave, he slid back up her body and slammed into her again. And again. And again. And…she totally lost count. She was too busy clenching, screaming, and sobbing his name.

Only then did he finally let go. He buried his face between her breasts and came with the sexiest rumbling sound she’d ever heard. It would’ve been hot enough to make her come again if there’d been any fluid left in her body. But there wasn’t, so she didn’t.

They stayed that way, clinging to each other, breathing hard, until the sweat started drying on their skin. When she was able to find her voice again, all she could say was, “Holy shit.”

He lifted his head, pausing only to catch one of her nipples between his teeth for a second. “Too much?”

Well, she was pretty sure she was paralyzed from the vagina down. She was definitely dehydrated. Her throat was raw from all the screaming. And she was now addicted to this man’s tongue and cock, which could be problematic if she ever wanted to get anything in her life (other than him) done. But still… “No. Not too much. Just the right amount of…everything. I’ve never come that much in my life.”

His eyes darkened. “Really? I thought it’d take at least ten orgasms to get rid of your tension.”

She nearly swallowed her tongue. “Ten? No. There’s no way I could comethatmany times.”

Then she yelped in surprise when he rolled her over so that she straddled him. “The trouble with you is that you’ve always underestimated yourself, baby.”

And you know what? Turned out, he was right. Shewascapable of ten orgasms in one night. Go figure.

CHAPTER 19

The next day was a total blur of sex, snacks, talking, more sex, more snacks, more talking, and, oh yeah, more sex.

So, so much sex.

They’d had sex on every flat surface in Ren’s home, and on a few of the not-so-flat ones. The kitchen table was sadly unrepairable. It had folded like laundry under the pounding Lark had taken on its surface.

Ren didn’t seem to mind having to buy a new one, though. In fact, he seemed to take it as a learning opportunity, doing some calculations that took into account her body weightandhis before looking into what kinds of wood would be able to handle…anythingthey wanted to do going forward.

Hopefully, he’d buy his new table online. The thought of him going into a furniture store and asking about a kitchen table’s maximum weight capacity, knowingwhyhe was asking for that info, was a little embarrassing. But then again, so was ending upnaked on the kitchen floor amidst a pile of rubble because the table hadn’t been strong enough to support your ass.

Long-story-short: she’d let him do his calculations and buy accordingly, and she’d just shut up about it because frankly, she’d love another opportunity to destroy some furniture.

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