Page 121 of The Bad Girl List

“I don’t want to come like this,” I tell her. “I want to come inside you.”

“Okay.” She shocks the hell out of me when she guides my cock toward her opening, pushing my head into her. Her perfect, slick pussy envelopes my tip.

Every muscle in my body goes rigid. I am unbelievably turned on, and it takes all my willpower not to slam into her.

“Dom,” I say, voice hoarse, “Dom, I–”

“I want all of you, Trevor.” She massages her opening with my tip, making me groan. “I don’t want anything between us.”

Her meaning is clear. I try to get my breathing under control, but my voice is raspy when I speak. “Are you sure? I want you like this, but only if you’re sure.”

“I have an IUD,” she says. “And with our recent history, I think it’s safe to say neither of us has an STD.”

I smooth her hair away from her face, studying her eyes to make sure. I look for any sign of hesitation, any reason to stop what we’re doing and get a condom.

There’s no hesitation in her eyes, only a desire and a need for me. She moves, pulling me a little further into her.

“Stop.” I take her hand from around my cock and pin both her wrists to the pillow. I stay perfectly still, my head resting inside her entrance.

Her chest heaves as she digs her heels into my backside. “Trevor.”

The way she says my name, with so much need and want, shreds the last of my restraint. I tighten my grip on her wrists and slowly begin to push into her. She moans, arching up and exposing her throat.

I want to pound into her, but I don’t. The amount of trust she’s showing isn’t lost on me. I take it slow, wanting to savor this first time with her, to draw out the pleasure rippling through me.

Inch by inch, I sink into her, loving every little moan and writhe of her body, loving her slick, soft insides. She’s tight and hot and perfect.

When I’m all the way in, I hold myself there, soaking in the sensation of being surrounded by her.

“Dom, look at me.”

Her eyes open. I think this might be my new obsession, looking in her eyes while I fuck her.

“Trevor.” Her gaze locks on mine. “Trevor …”

I leisurely pull out of her, savoring the way it makes her hiss in frustration. I slide back into her just as slowly.

“Trevor, I need more–”

“No. I’m not going to rush this.” I drag myself back out. The tension causes sweat to tingle across my shoulder blades, but I keep the rhythm even as I push back into her.

I capture her mouth and swallow her moans as I ride her in measured, steady thrusts. It takes all my willpower not to take her hard and fast, to draw out this perfect moment of being completely inside her for the first time.

I savor her kisses, savor the way her body feels underneath mine, savor the way her pussy clenches every time it swallows me. Her walls tighten around me, showing me just how aroused she is by this. My own arousal winds deep, hinting at the mind-blowing orgasm I know is coming.

Then she shatters the moment by saying, “When you walked into Zeke’s that first night, I knew I wanted you for number ten.”

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? The edges of my control start to unravel, and I thrust up into her. Hard. “I’m not your fucking number ten, Dom.” I slam into her a second time, harder than before. “I’m your number one.”

She cries out, her hips rocking forward to meet me, and I have no idea if she heard a word I just said.

I’m becoming more frantic, driving into her harder, faster. “This isn’t a vacation fling.”

“It–isn’t?” Her eyes flutter, her hips rock, and her moans are making me absolutely fucking crazy.

“Fuck, no.” I slow back down, ignoring her when she groans in protest. “Dom, look at me.”

Her eyes open as I lean over her.

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