Page 63 of A Real Good Bad Thing

I wanted her more and more. Now, that desire ran deeper, beyond the physical. I cared for her so much more than I should, more than I had room for in my life. But I was ignoring all those risks tonight.

I’d been ignoring them all along, swimming farther and farther from shore with her.

I climbed over her, spread those beautiful legs, then rubbed my aching cock against her slick heat, my breath hissing at that first delirious contact. “Even better than last night,” I said, then slid into her.

More intense than last night too. We fit perfectly.

She gasped, her mouth falling open. She looked so deliciously sexy like that, and so vulnerable. That was what undid me—how much I wantedallof her.

“It was so hard to leave you last night. I don’t know why I try to resist you. It’s the hardest thing I’ve done,” I admitted as I filled her, taking a beat to linger in the sheer pleasure of being inside her.

“Don’t resist me,” she whispered, soft and vulnerable.

“I won’t.” I pulled back then thrust into her again, her eyes going hazy with lust.

She moaned my name, the sound of that one syllable so wanton, so needy. “Deeper,” she panted.

I thrust harder, filling her all the way.

Her cry was animalistic.

“Like that?”

“Yes, god yes,” she gasped. “More.”

“Anything you want,” I said, and her need sent the lust in me on a high-speed chase through my bones.

I craved her pleasure fiercely, with an intensity that surprised me. No, it wasn’t just intensity. It was a damn obsession. I was obsessed with making her cry out in ecstasy again. I reached for her thigh and wrapped her legs around me. I drove deeper like that, electricity surging in my veins.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, a sign she was close. I was learning her signs. I wanted to be a goddamn expert in them. I maneuvered a hand between her legs, sliding a finger against her. With that touch, her pants turned fevered, her moans frenzied. “Yes, coming,” she cried.

Then she unleashed my name. Hungry, heated, and nothing had ever sounded so good.

Bliss. Fucking bliss.

And yet, how about one more?

I slowed my pace, gripped her hips, and rolled us over. I was on my back, and she straddled me. “Now ride me, sweetheart. Use my dick to come again.”

She smiled like she couldn’t believe her luck.Same here.

Then she rose up and down on my dick like she was having a field day with it. I thrust up as deep as I could, hoping to hit that magic spot inside her that would send her over the edge again.

Because hell, I was nearly there myself.

“Fuck. I can’t hold back,” I muttered, and I stopped trying. The base of my spine ignited, my muscles tensing as lust stormed through me, taking no prisoners.

As my climax crashed into me, she cried out again, fucking me fearlessly till she came hard too. She collapsed on me, murmuring incoherent sounds of bliss.

I was so damn happy.

I lay next to her, hot, sweaty, panting, and sated as we floated down.

She kissed me gently. Soft, slow, lingering.

“I’m staying the night,” I said. She’d already invited me earlier. But I needed to say it again, so she’d know how much I wanted to be here. Couldn’t imagine being elsewhere.

“You sure are,” she said.

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