Page 91 of The Bad Boy Rule

Finally, once the silence surrounding us feels too heavy, he nods. “Okay.”

“Now, if you’re done trying to protect my virtue… can you go back to the growly, dirty-talking man you were like fifteen minutes ago?” I roll my lips together, biting back a giggle when his gaze narrows, and he leans forward, nipping at the sensitive skin on the slope of my shoulder, his teeth sinking in until I whimper. A needy, desperate sound that, for a moment, I’m unsure if it even came from me.

His tongue sweeps across the spot he just bit, and every single nerve ending in my body comes alive all at once.

God, how does he read my body so well? Sometimes it feels like he knows it better than I do. Exactly where to touch, to kiss, to lick that’s going to drive me insane with desire.

After the orgasm he just gave me with his tongue, I’m desperate formore.

The throb inside of me builds in intensity with each lash of his tongue.

My nipples are puckered tightly, and the sensation of the peaks dragging across his chest feels so good I wonder if I could possibly come that way.

Tearing his mouth free, his breath cascades along my heated skin, sending goose bumps barreling across my flesh.

He plants kisses on every spot his lips can reach, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts, my neck, until I’m nearly panting. “I want you on top, just like this, taking it as slow or fast as you want. I wantyouin control, baby.”

“Okay,” I murmur, running my hand over his chest, trying to stop the bloom in mine.

He’s being thoughtful, and intentional, and it’s… adorable.

A word I never thought I would use to describe the man beneath me.

His eyes hold mine for another beat, then two, as if giving me time to change my mind, and when I don’t, only giving him a cheeky smile, he reaches between us and fists the base of his cock, giving it a languid pump.

It’s unbelievably hot. I make a mental note to ask him to… explore that more later. There are lots of things I want to explore with him.

“Put my cock in you, inch by inch… I want you to take it all,” Saint rasps.

My clit pulses in response. I lift on trembling knees, my hands curved around his shoulders, clutching him as I do as I’m told.

He drags his erection through my pussy, coating the blunt head in my arousal and rubbing my clit with it. The pad of his thumb sweeps over his slit, around the piercing that I’m both excited and slightly terrified to know how it will feel when it’s inside of me.

My heart is racing with anticipation, heady desire, so many different emotions, but mostly, it just feels right.

“Goddamnit, I almost forgot a condom. You make me so fucking crazy, Golden Girl.” He groans, dropping his head back against the headboard. “And I didn’t even bring my wallet, which means…”

“You don’t have one?”

He nods. “It’s all right though. I’ll just make you come with my mouth…” He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of my lips. “My fingers…” Another kiss at the edge of my jaw.

“Let’s not use one.”

Abruptly, he pulls back, his brows pulling tight. “I’veneverhad sex without a condom.”

“Yeah, well, coincidentally, neither have I.” I grin. “I’ve got an IUD. It’s good for seven years, which means as long as you’re good, then… I’m good.”

Saint’s throat works as he swallows, his palm running over my hair, his eyes bouncing between mine. “I’m good. You sure?”

I capture my bottom lip between my teeth as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and line it up with my entrance, holding his intense, heated gaze as I slowly sink down until the tip is inside me. “Positive.”

It’s actually not as painful as I imagined it would be. More of a biting sting that feels hot and sharp as my body stretches to accommodate him.

“Fuuuck, Lennon.” He groans raggedly. I’m distracted from the slight discomfort by watchinghim.His nostrils flare, and his jaw tenses as he grits his teeth together.

Clearly trying to hold on to his resolve.

Suddenly, his lips are on mine, crashing into me like he couldn’t last another second without it. His tongue slips inside my mouth as he kisses the ever-living shit out of me, making it even harder to breathe as I slowly drop down onto him inch by inch, an agonizingly slow descent that’s a mixture of discomfort and fullness that I’ve never experienced.

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