Page 10 of Taming the Bad Boy

Slate’s eyes blaze as he drinks me in, clearly shocked at my second bold display of what some might call aggression.

I might be innocent, big boy. But I too know what I want.

He studies me a moment, as if searching for deception in my words. But then, with a low growl, he takes my hand in his and scoots me out of the booth.

My heart is pounding, my pulse racing as he pulls me out the door and into the night. It’s chilly out, but I don’t even notice. Hell, it could be an arctic winter, and my current body heat would keep me alive for weeks.

I nearly trip over myself as he leads me around the corner of the building into the shadows of the back lot. It’s grungy and unkempt with a single light bulb illuminating the brick wall that he shoves me up against, taking my breath away.

I have no time to even process what’s happening before his lips crash into mine and his tongue darts hungrily into my mouth. My whole body tingles with eagerness and anticipation as he slips both hands up my shirt, under my bra, and cups mybreasts. I gasp into his mouth as he squeezes, harder than I had anticipated.

The sharp, brief sting of pain as his fingers close around my nipples causes my body to nearly convulse. I tremble and reach out, grasping his broad shoulders for support as my thighs blaze with lustful heat. I’m losing myself in him, surrendering fully to a man I have no business being near.

He presses a hand between my legs, applying just enough pressure to cause me to whimper. “Slate…”

This is so wrong. So naughty.

I’ve never hooked up with a guy before–never had sex–and I’m out here in the dark, behind a diner, ready to let him do whatever he wants to me.

It’s been no time at all, and I’m already in deep.

Too deep.

And I’m not even trying to get out.

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SLATE

Ivy is wild and wonderful.

Like a perfectly tuned engine that runs on high-octane fuel, pure fire and rebellion. Her body is built for speed and a man who knows how to handle her. She knows what she wants, and she’s got me riding close to the edge. And I don’t care if I end up going over.

She knows damn well that her old man would kill me if he caught us together, but that isn’t stopping her. I may have lit the spark between us, but she poured gasoline on the fire, almost challenging me when we were back there inside the diner. I was fighting to hold out until after we ate. I really wanted to show her I was interested inherby taking her on an actual date. And now here I am, out back, with my hands up her shirt, cupping the most perfect breasts in existence, while my cock swells thicker and thicker by the second.

The scent of dirt and old food hangs in the air, but all I can smell is Ivy. Her scent overwhelms me, making me woozy like a drug. It’s delicious and sensual, like vanilla hiding under the slight hint of engine grease. Which makes sense, considering what she does for a living. We both have that scent on us. Shemay not be from the depths and depravity of my world, but she’s in its orbit.

Her hands squeeze my shoulders, like she’s testing the hard swells of my muscles. I scour her body, feeling every one of her soft inches. She’s so goddamn sexy. I honestly don’t know how her plump tits and womanly hips fit on her tiny little frame. It’s like she was built for sex, and all I can think about is how many different positions I want to fuck her in.

I want her to ride me while I grab her by the ass and suck her nipples while she moans my name. I want to manhandle her from behind, grab her by the hips and wrap her hair around my fist for better leverage so I can fuck her harder and deeper.

I bet she looks like a goddess with her ass slapping back against my thighs while she takes my inches.

I want to drown in her pussy juice as I drag my tongue up her slit, tasting her sweetness before applying just the right amount of pressure to her clit to bring her to climax. Christ, what could be better than hearing her moan with pleasure as her hips buck wildly against my cheeks and lips?

She’s so warm as I press her up against the brick wall and pop the button on her jeans. She gasps into my mouth as I pull them down over her hips. It takes two hands. Her buxom hips just do not want to let go.

Blood rushes to my cock, pumping it thicker. I’m losing control. Her lips against mine have me gasping for breath. Thank God I have her goddess-esque body to hang on to or I might fall right on my ass.

I’ve never met a woman so perfect in my life. She’s flawlessly put together, like an engine built by the best craftsman alive. I’m absolutely losing it and waste no more time yanking her pants down past her knees, exposing the soft, milky skin of her pale thighs.

I can already feel the pre-cum dripping out of my cock and soaking my boxers. My hard-on is aching to be let out, and I’m dying to be inside her. Under different circumstances, Imightbe able to take things slowly. Worship her like she deserves. Spend time pleasing her pussy with my mouth.

But right now, I’m too goddamn horny.

Right now, I need to pop that little cherry of hers and make her mine.

She’s kissing me back, but I can feel her body trembling at the same time. She may want this, but she’s nervous too. And I can’t blame her. If she only knew what I had in store for her, she’d run for the hills.

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