Page 56 of So Bad It Must Be Good

“You’re so wet,” he said on a rumbling groan, stroking his finger across the hot seam of her. All of this for him.

She was breathing so hard, a little tremor running through her body. “Please,” she whispered before looking over her shoulder at him. “I need you, Liam.”

And whether she knew it or not, that was the thing. The thing he craved and wanted. The thing that unlocked all his pain and uncertainty. He just needed her to need him, however that need came. It rooted him to earth. It made him feel whole.

He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her. Slowly, wanting to savor the delicious first slide into her, he entered, fraction by fraction, kneading his hands in her ass.

She tried to wriggle against him, but this was about him, so he clamped his hands on her hips, nudged her legs farther apart with his knees, finding a way to keep her just off balance enough that he was in control.

He held firm, seating himself completely, and she pushed back against him, the arch of her back so deliciously sexy he wanted to reach forward and bite her. Instead he pulled back, teasing with little, minuscule thrusts, only the head of his cock inside the sweet folds of her pussy.

She kept trying to move, to push back on him, but he held her where she was, having to take what little he gave her.

“Liam.”

Something like a plea, and he laughed. Somehow, he laughed and delighted in not giving her what she wanted. “If you keep squirming, I’m going to have to punish you.” And he wanted to shove those words back in his mouth the second they fell out. At least until she spoke.

“What are you going to do, spank me?”

He nearly jerked with the hot force of those words. Spank her. His rough hand slapping against that soft, supple ass cheek.

He sucked in a ragged breath, exhaled. “Is that what you need?”

She didn’t respond to his question, but she kept squirming against him and he supposed that was answer enough. He smoothed his palm over the curve of her ass, his dick practically pulsing with unspent need.

He shook, but somehow that didn’t stop him. He withdrew his hand and then brought it back down with a slight smack across her ass.

“Fuck,” she groaned.

And he couldn’t help himself, he shoved hard, as far as he could move inside of her, leaning completely over her back until he could whisper in her ear. “I love it when that sweet little mouth says that dirty little word.”

She tilted her head to the side as much as she could, and even though he couldn’t make eye contact, he watched as her mouth moved quite resolutely.

“Fuck,” she enunciated.

And that was it. He was done playing around. He gripped her hips again and began to fuck her. Hard thrusts and labored breathing and the promise of release roaring through his veins. His body was electric, all tightened ecstasy and frantic pounding.

She moaned, her head bent down and pressing into the mattress, her red hair sprawled around her. He pumped harder, wanting to elicit more of those unabashed groans of pleasure.

She threw her head back and pushed hard against him, coarse words and his name on her lips as she came around him, spasming and soaking up every last moment.

He wanted to come, needed to, but first he needed to see her face. To watch her, to be watched in return.

He withdrew completely and she whimpered as though it was some kind of loss, and that ricocheted through him like everything seemed to. “On your back.” Surely too rough a command and yet she scrambled to obey.

She spread her legs wide, an invitation, and he pushed home without a second’s hesitation. Her eyes fluttered closed, but it wasn’t what he wanted. “Look at me, Kayla. Watch me come.”

Her blue eyes latched on to his, still a little dazed from her own orgasm. She reached up and cupped his face, a surprisingly gentle gesture in the midst of all this dirty fucking.

Somehow he knew it wasn’t quite as simple as fucking. Not at this point, not anymore. His thrusts slowed and she held his face, watching him, moving with him, going from a frantic race to a slow dance. Moving together, sighing pleasure, their two bodies sliding against each other, more than just that release.

When the orgasm tightened his body, thrusting deep into her, she reached her arms around his neck and kissed him with a softness and a passion he didn’t know could exist side by side.

But with Kayla, it somehow made all the sense in the world.

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