Page 118 of Bad Boy Next Door
“I’d rather fuck you.” Driving his fingers hard and deep, he nearly lifted me off the floor.
I pressed my head against the door, panting, loving how he felt inside me, loving how he could overpower and satisfy me with just one hand.
He tugged my shorts to my upper thighs and pushed into me hard and fast. So focused on pleasure, I didn’t even know when he’d managed to free his cock.
Constrained by my half-removed shorts, I couldn’t spread my legs far, never mind bend at the waist in the small space. As a result, his thrusts were more shallow than usual, but the muscles of my upper thighs joined with my pussy to encase him. The added friction and tightness upped the intensity, making each drive so delicious. For him, too, it seemed, as his groans rumbled through me.
I came quickly and hard, bucking between his body and the door, and still he thrust, riding out and prolonging my pleasure.
When my contractions subsided, he turned me, then pulled down my shorts. He lifted me, holding me in his arms with my back against the door, and his cock invaded again.
I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist, but my foot was trapped against the sink. Still inside me, he maneuvered us out of the bathroom and into the single room of our new place.
In three steps, he set me onto the rounded counter at the edge of our tiny kitchen area, my back against the side of the cupboard.
“This apartment is perfect,” he said.
“Perfect,” I replied on an exhale.
As I balanced my ass at the edge of the short counter, he lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders, my hands around his neck. It was like he was wearing me as a necklace.
“The height of this ledge.” He thrust into me slowly, pulled back, then thrust again. “I knew it would be perfect.” He drove in again. “The second I saw it, I wanted to fuck you—right here. Just like this. I almost did it right then.”
“In front of the landlord?” I gasped at the extra deep penetration.
“Yup.” He got into a rhythm, nearly pulling out each time and driving in hard and deeply, his hands on my hips to keep me right where he wanted.
Looking into his eyes, I watched as his expression heated with the look he got when he was about to lose control—but his thrusts remained slow, each drive satiating me so completely, filling me both with his cock and his love.
As he continued to pump, his face grew strained, blood vessels rising and tendons bulging as he fought to stay slow. I almost told him to speed up, to take me with more force, but I tamped down the instinct, letting him set the pace and take what he wanted from my body, which wanted to give him everything.
In time, his thrusts grew more urgent—harder, faster—and I lost all sense of control, completely absorbed by his every pounding thrust.
My head banged the cupboard.
“Shit, sorry.” He slowed.
I moved one of my hands from around his neck to brace against the cupboard. It was awkward.
“Trust me?” he asked.
“Always.”
My legs still up on his shoulders, hands around his neck, he picked me up by the ass and turned me away from the counter. Gravity forced him even deeper inside me, and with his hands on my ass, he pumped his hips, his arms joining in on the action to pull me up and down on his cock as he thrust so very deeply inside me.
Immobilized in a V-sit, my feet up near his ears, I couldn’t do anything to contribute. All I could do was hold onto his neck and enjoy the wild ride. But I felt secure. Even if I lost my grip, I knew Nick had me.
And he did have me. He totally had me. Right now Nick was in control of my body, my pleasure, my safety.
He pounded me onto his hard rod and each time I landed, explosions went off inside my pussy and behind my eyes. And still his hips drove, gaining speed, driving like a jackhammer, his hands guiding me as I hung off his neck and he relentlessly impaled my body with his cock.
My hands were slipping, slicked with sweat, his and mine, but still he thrust into me, hitting deeply home with each stroke. Then he came—hard—pulling me tightly against him. My body was still bent in half, my leg muscles stretching against the force, and he kissed me, moaning into my mouth as his hips made a few last, seemingly involuntary thrusts, our tongues mimicking what his cock had just done.
With two steps and a turn, we were next to our bed and he laid me down gently, giving me room to unfold before stretching out beside me.
His leg captured me like a heavy blanket, wrapping over me to pull us closer together and trap me. A trap I never wanted to escape.
“What’s that?” I asked, spotting a small, framed picture on the table that held our lamp at the side of the bed.
