Page 38 of Bad Boy Next Door
Lifting my head for a moment, I looked down at her.
She gasped. Her nipples were bright red from the friction and pressure, glistening with my saliva. My tongue flicked one tight nipple, barely brushing the tip. She arched and moaned, so I nipped again, biting her just slightly, and felt her inner muscles grab onto my fingers so strongly it was hard for them to move.
I hadn’t even had my dick inside this woman, and she was already the hottest fuck of my entire life.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Yeah, baby. You like that?” I thrust my fingers harder.
“No. Nick.” She panted. “Your cock. Inside me. Now.”
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Jade
I’d abandoned every resolution I’d made about this man. I no longer gave a shit about what I owed him, what my family owed him, what power that gave him, or how much more power he’d hold over me once he’d fucked me.
Right now, his power was hot. And I wanted to absorb that power, surrender to it, completely yield to his body’s every demand.
He’d already made me come in an instant, and an even bigger orgasm was building, one I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
I wanted—I needed—to have that huge cock buried inside me when it landed. I needed it so badly I felt like I’d do anything to get it.
“Fuck me.” I clenched around his fingers. “I need your big thick dick driving inside me.”
His fingers slowed, and I sat up a little so I could see his face.
He looked conflicted. Unsure.
What was it with this man? Did he want me tobeghim? Wasthathis thing?
“Nick. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want that big dick pounding my pussy. I want your huge rod pushing so deep I can taste it.” That ought to do it.
And it did.
“Condom.” Pulling his fingers out, he scrambled across the room to grab his jacket.
He found a condom and, turning away from me, tore the foil.
I turned onto my side on the bar, liking how I felt on display for him, on a platter for his pleasure. My pleasure, too.
He turned around, dick sheathed, and his eyes revealed how much he liked my staged display.
A good hard fuck. Yes. That was what I needed. Sex. A release. A release from all this tension that had built up between us. It wouldn’t put any real part of me in danger.
He kicked off his shoes, pulled down his jeans, then tugged his shirt over his head, leaving nothing covering his rock-hard body and even harder cock. I tried to take in his tattoos, tried to fully comprehend the size and scope of the man that was Nick, but all I could see was that cock, looking even thicker and longer now I knew it would soon be inside me.
In two long strides, he arrived at the bar and scooped me into his big, strong arms.
As his arms held me aloft, he kissed me, hard, pushing his tongue between my lips.
I froze. Kissing seemed too intimate. Too real. Kissing risked too much and wasn’t part of the bargain I’d struck with my body.
I wanted to stop the kiss, but it felt good. So good. Better than good. Acting of their own will, my tongue and my lips parried with his. I sucked his tongue like I’d sucked his dick, loving how that made him moan deep in his chest.
Had I ever been kissed before? Kissed like this? Kissed so thoroughly, with such fervor and passion, with such depth and strength? His lips took control of every part of my body, my mind.
I was liquid, on fire, yielding and yet taking what I wanted, too. Waves of pleasure flowed from his lips to mine and fueled the pulsing ache centered between my legs and in my nipples, now rubbing against his hard chest.
