Page 24 of Daring the Bad Boy

Her thighs trembled as shivers of heat shot down her spine.

Rough palms settled on her thighs, and skimmed up, until her mini-dress was bunched around her waist. He pressed her into the table, one thick thigh parting her legs. She plunged her fingers into the short hairs on his neck and drew his mouth to hers.

The kiss was hot and frantic and all-consuming, even more desperate than in her office as she sucked on his tongue and he claimed her mouth. Callused fingers delved into her panties and cupped her butt. She stretched, trapping her clitoris against his femur, desperate to ease the throbbing ache. Soft sobs met harsh grunts as he sank lower to feast on her neck and boost her onto the table. Her heels fell off, but the soft clatter was followed by the crash of glass hitting the floor. He stepped back, his hands still on her thighs, drawing small circles and setting off pinwheels of sensation.

“Let’s go somewhere less hazardous.” Hot chocolate eyes met hers. So dark, so demanding. “It’s high time I got you into a damn bedroom.”

She nodded, even though it hadn’t been a question, dazed by the onslaught of desire. He hefted her into his arms and she hooked her legs around his waist, letting out a staggered gasp when large hands slipped into her panties to caress her naked butt.

He toted her up the spiral staircase, carrying her not inconsiderable weight up to the bedroom with ease. When they arrived she noticed the ambient lighting and the new blinds. Had he put them up this afternoon? Especially so they could get naked together without the whole of Clerkenwell eavesdropping?

The stupid sting of emotion closed her throat. She swallowed it down. And fastened her mouth back on his, feeding the lust. He dumped her on the bed, and followed her down as they scrambled out of their clothes. Him tugging off her dress, her fumbling with his jeans.

She watched him sheathe the enormous erection, before he positioned himself above her, and flicked open the hook on her bra.

He palmed her breasts, running his fingertips over the sensitive underside then plucking the rigid tips. She arched her back, desperate to feel his mouth on the tender flesh again.

But instead of giving her breasts the attention they craved, he nudged her thighs apart, and knelt between her legs. Hooking his hands under her knees, he held her open and ran his nose along the inside of her thigh. He drew in a deep breath, setting off a thousand firecrackers in her blood.

“You smell delicious,” he murmured. A hazy breath shuddered out of her. “How do you feel about oral sex?” he asked. “Because I want to taste you.”

“I like it,” she said.

“Only like it?” He kept his eyes on her as he snagged his fingers in her panties, and rubbed his knuckles against the lips of her sex. “I think we can do better than that,” he said, then took a good firm grip of the thin gusset and yanked.

The sound of ripping silk echoed in the large room, sending her excitement soaring.

“Oops,” he said, not looking remotely repentant as he flung the remnants of her underwear over his shoulder. “Look at you, all pink and wet just for me,” he said as she thanked God for her home waxing kit.

She fell back on the bed, her elbows too shaky to hold her, her whole body on fire.

Then he drew his tongue through the slick folds, exploring in long slow insatiable licks. She moaned, squirming beneath the delicious torture. The coil of pleasure tightened like a vise with each decadent lap of his tongue. Hot, firm, there.

He eased a thick finger into her pussy. She bucked.

“Delicious,” he whispered against her swollen clit, then licked and sucked and toyed with the stiff nub, while massaging a spot deep inside her. “There?”

“Oh, God. Yes… Ahhhh.” The cry ripped from her throat, as she clamped down hard, the pleasure spiraling upwards, outwards, fanning across her chest, bolting into her throat. Then he put his mouth on her clitoris and suckled hard, still caressing that hot spot inside. She screamed – the cry hoarse as the fierce orgasm slammed into her – spreading out from her core and surging through her torso, until it shot out of the top of her head, her feet, her fingertips.

The brutal waves of release finally began to ease their grip on her. She shuddered, collapsing back onto the bed, astonished at how intense the orgasm had been. Even better than that afternoon.

Her dazed mind floated back to focus on him as he rose above her. He kissed her, and she tasted her own pleasure on his lips. The hum of arousal surged back to life, shocking her almost as much as the blast of joy and adoration.

But before she had a chance to decipher it, and berate herself for confusing amazing sex with something more, he lifted her butt, angled her hips and thrust hard and deep in one solid stroke.

She sobbed, his thick cock so deep inside her she could feel it everywhere. He began to move, the deep strokes building into a punishing rhythm, their sweat slicked bodies slapping together in unison. She climbed to orgasm again with staggering speed, her delirious mind spinning onto a new plane of pleasure. So intense, so unstoppable she could barely breathe.

She rode the wave as he massaged her g-spot with each inward thrust. His hips pistoning, faster, harder, as he raced towards his own release.

Her second orgasm crested, her body flying free at last.

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Hell, had his nuts just exploded?

Cal pushed the lock of damp hair off Rosie’s brow, the muscles of her pussy still massaging his softening cock. He eased off her, disorientated by the tremors of reaction racking her body and his.

He’d screwed her like a madman, holding nothing back.

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