Page 19 of Falling For His Badass

Maybe that will make it easier to endure.

My hand reaches into my cleavage for my room key.

“Need some help?” He leans down with a smirk on his face and gets an eyeful.

“No, I got it.” I pull the card out and show him. Then I swipe it over the scanner and the green light on the door handle illuminates. I swallow hard as I push the handle down and step inside. Turning to face B.A., I block his access. “Thanks again for coming to my rescue. I had a great time.”

His face freezes, shocked by my words. He wasn’t expecting me to give him a way out. I’m sure he’s always the one who has to end it. No woman in her right mind would do what I just did. No woman is that crazy.

As I back into my room, my heart reacts to my decision by sending tears to my eyes and I close them before he can see them. Pushing the door closed, wanting to end it on my terms, I tell him. “Goodbye, B.A.”

Dammit! I frown. My voice quivered with emotion.

The door stops.

My eyes open.

B.A.’s outstretched arm, bulging with his beautiful muscles, is blocking the door. I don’t want to look into his face, but my heart makes my eyes find his. It wants to know why he is blocking the door. What I see, snatches my breath and halts the pounding in my chest.

His face holds nothing but desire for me. Well, desire and confusion. “Lizzy, may I come in?”

“Why?” Falls out of my mouth as my mind fights to protect my heart.

His stunned face steps through the threshold to tower over me. He pinches my chin and forces me to look into his eyes. His intense gaze burns into mine. It feels like he’s searching my soul for my secrets. The words on the tip of my tongue, “I’m nothing special,” vanishes with my breath. “Don’t shut me out.” He whispers.

And my heart opens up, and tears spill down my face, as it shares all the damage done to it by other callous men.

His scowl rips my soul open, then he wraps his arms around me and holds me while I free myself of their scars. Then his lips recapture my mouth, but his kiss is not gentle. His kiss is crushing. Then without asking, he lifts my dress and snatches it off my body. His impatient hands rip my bra off, and my tits bounce free. He drives my body across the room with his as he unzips his pants. When the back of my legs hit the bed, I fall onto it and he strips naked in a flash. His incredible body hovers for a moment, then his hands grasp his briefs at my waist, and he pulls them down to my ankles. Gently, he removes my stiletto’s, then eases his briefs off. All the while, his eyes have dominated mine.

He places his knee between my legs, and I spread them for him, as he climbs on the mattress and hovers over me. The feeling of being owned surges through my being and is followed immediately by the feeling of being home.

He leans down and says, “Grab hold.”

I wrap my arms and legs around him, and he crawls to the center of the bed. He leans back down, and I let go. He places his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushes them open. Then he positions his big, beautiful cock, and tells me, “No talking. Just feeling. Tonight, we make love. Tomorrow, we figure it out.”

When he goes down on me, he holds nothing back. He drives himself deep inside with his rhythm, taking what he wants, when he wants it. Instead of feeling like a whore being fucked, I feel like a woman being worshipped.

I stop counting my orgasms at fifteen, losing track of time. When he finally finishes and pulls me to spoon with him, I am happier than I have ever been before. His steady breathing in my ear, assures me that this was not a dream. This was very real!

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Listeningto Lizzy’s breath blow softly in her sleep, gives me a sense of wholeness. I can’t explain how it happened, or why it happened, but I’m thankful it did happen. I’m thankful I didn’t meet her at John’s house. I’m thankful we met as unattached strangers at the dinner show. I’m thankful there was a crisis to rescue her from. And I’m especially thankful she opened up and let me see her vulnerability, so I could wipe her slate clean last night.

I kiss her shoulder and she stirs, then I nibble her ear, and she rolls over onto her back. I whisper, “Good morning.”

She smiles at me, and I peck her lips. She slips her arms around my neck and holds my lips against hers. My cock hardens as she opens her mouth, inviting another deep kiss.

When I mount her, she purrs, making me laugh. She’s completely submissive and I take my time between teasing her tits, and her clit, until she’s moaning for more.

When I slip inside, she groans, “Yes, yes, dear God, yes!”

I push away from her embrace and let the length of my cock stroke her. She lifts her face so she can watch my cock going in and out. I focus on her face and her expressions tell me exactly what to do. I bring her up, then let her control it, before I push her over the edge. When her eyes roll back in her head, I let my own orgasm go. Pounding her perfection, I fill her full. Then fall on top of her.

The soundof a growling bear wakes me, and I open my eyes.I’m in a hotel room. How can there be a hungry bear?

I sit up and look around. B.A. is laying next me, asleep. His stomach growls and I giggle.He’s the hungry bear!

I roll off the bed, grab my phone, and tiptoe to the bathroom. Before I turn the shower on, I place an online order for pizza. Then I submerge under the warm water. I’m just starting to wash my hair, when B.A. enters the bathroom. Without asking, he pulls the curtain back and steps inside. I move out from under the water and he steps under it. We don’t talk the entire time we shower, and we don’t get aroused. We simply take our time bathing, getting to know each other’s body.

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