Page 51 of So Bad It Must Be Good

He opened his eyes, wanting to see it for himself. Wanting to stamp it into his memory, and he wasn’t disappointed. Kayla’s red hair was waving around not just her pillowcase, but his. A tangle of a crown of something very close to sunlight.

That chest-tightening thing that seemed to happen so often with her tried to steal his breath, but he inhaled and exhaled through it. Because she was here, and she liked him. They worked well together. So whatever was freaking him out a little bit, well, it was worth it, he supposed. She was something worth moving toward and fighting for.

He tried not to shift so she wouldn’t wake up, but he rubbed his jaw against one of the strands of hair close to him. Yes, this was in fact something special and quite intimidating. He wasn’t sure he could remember ever wanting something to work out quite so much. There were a lot of things in his life he’d hoped for, and he’d made them all happen. This wasn’t going to be any different.

He glanced at his clock over her head. He would need to get up soon. He was supposed to meet Dad for coffee before their eight o’clock client.

Kayla shifted her body, rolling to her side so her back was to him, her ass brushing up against his already hardening dick.

He really didn’t have time to give any attention to that. At all. The one time he’d been late to work because of her had to be a one-time-only thing. He couldn’t let it become a habit. He was the responsible one.

She moved again, and this time he realized it was purposeful. She was rubbing her ass against his cock. All those thoughts about being responsible and on time just sort of died.

“Keep rubbing your ass against me like that and you’re going to be very, very sorry.”

Kayla laughed, the sound sleepy and muffled. “I really don’t think sorry is what I’m going to be.”

She rolled toward him, her eyes dark half-opened, her mouth curved and happy. She was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. There was no way he would survive without taking her right now.

He found her hands under the covers and circled his fingers around her wrists, pulling them up and above her head as he angled himself over her. He used his knees to nudge her legs apart. He looked down at her like the feast she was. “Very, very sorry,” he managed with as much mock seriousness as he could.

She grinned, sassy and hot. She arched up against him, the naked apex of her thighs just barely brushing the hard length of his dick.

He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the box there. He tore the package open and pulled out the condom, rolling it on. Without preamble or foreplay, he simply entered her, her wrists still under his hand above her head.

Kayla groaned, opening her legs wide for him. She was wet and ready, perhaps even desperate for him, and it made him a little wild. A lot wild. He thrust once, hard, all the way inside of her.

“Fuck,” she said on a ragged breath. That coarse word from her beautiful mouth was like some kind of starting pistol. He couldn’t hold himself back. He withdrew and thrust. Hard and relentless, adjusting the angle until she gasped in pleasure every time he pushed hard into her.

She tugged her hands out of his grasp and grabbed at his hips, her nails sinking into his ass. Begging him, urging him faster.

“Harder,” she breathed, and it was all he could do to keep himself from losing it right there as she begged him for more.

He leaned forward, still thrusting deep, groaning against her as he scraped his teeth across her nipple. She cried out.

“I love the way you look underneath me,” he muttered, not even paying attention to what words were rushing out of his mouth. “My cock in your beautiful pussy. You’re just about to come all over me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes. I’m so close.”

And so was he. Too close. “Touch yourself.”

Her eyes widened and she looked right at him, a little panicked. She inhaled sharply, and if he’d had any brainpower left he might’ve slowed things down or told her not to worry about it, but instead he just watched her, never stopping his steady pace of sliding his cock deep inside her tight heat, the excruciating withdrawal, only to do it all over again.

She withdrew her hand from where it had clamped on to him. Though there was a slight tremor in her fingers, she bit her lip as she drew a finger over her own nipple. The timid way she touched herself just about killed him, but he gritted his teeth together and forced himself to last.

“That’s not where I meant, Kayla.”

Her cheeks that had already been flushed pink turned a darker shade. On another hitching breath, she lowered her hand down her stomach, pausing only once before she finally placed it against the top of her pussy. He watched her finger as he entered and withdrew from her. Each little brush of her finger was timid at first, but he watched the pleasure streak over her face as she got closer to her clit.

“Beg me,” he ground out through shattering breaths. He wanted to lose himself inside her, let the heat and release wash over him.

“Fuck me, please,” she whispered, still touching herself, her eyes dark and unfocused. “Harder, please. Please.”

Then he was gone as he watched her touch herself, spasming deep inside of her as she sobbed out her own release. His sight went a little dim and his breathing was rough and ragged as the pleasure spiraled through his entire body, bright and intense.

“Well,” he managed, once he caught his breath and collapsed onto his back next to her. “That’s one way to start a morning.”

She laughed, the sound rough and breathless. “I do have a job interview in a few hours. Maybe it’ll be a good luck charm.”

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