Page 39 of Bad Boy Next Door
I was dizzy from Nick’s kiss. Lost. Absorbed. No longer sure of the passing of time.
His lips broke from mine and I gasped, sucking in air. My lips were plump and bruised, tingling, wet and wanting more.
He set me down gently. “Where should we…?” His hands roamed my body, gently taking in every inch of my skin, his touch such a contrast to the aggression of his kiss.
Nick was an amazing combination of powerful man and uncertain boy, and the contrast was both confusing and endearing. Maybe it was confusingbecauseit was endearing. And that all spelled trouble.
“Doesn’t matter where.” I drew in a long breath as his hands stroked over my ribs and down to my hips.
“There’s a couch in Stan’s office.” He looked toward the stairs in the club’s corner. “You’ll be more comfortable…”
A couch sounded like somewhere a couple fucked. We were not a couple.
“Just fuck me.” I turned and braced against the bar, pushing back my ass. “Now.”
He sucked in a hard, ragged breath. His huge hands landed on my hips, and his cock pressed against my ass. I spread my legs farther, feeling the cool air hit my wet folds, and then the hot tip of his cock struck my opening.
I gasped. It felt so good. Just that slight touch nearly made me explode.
Holding my hips, he pushed forward, slowly easing his huge body into mine. The combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed my senses as his thickness penetrated my pussy. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I became blind, deaf, dumb—no other sensations could break through the ones that connected my cunt to his cock.
“Is that okay?” he asked. “I know I’m big. Am I hurting you? Some women don’t like—”
I pushed back, driving him deeper. “Just fuck me, Nick. Please.” My body squeezed his, an involuntary contraction, and then my vagina relaxed to accept him fully. I no longer felt any control over that part of my body. Any part of my body.
Grasping my hips, he drew slowly back, then plowed forward. My breath caught as my body stretched to accommodate the large intrusion. He took up so much room, it felt like my lungs couldn’t fully expand, but I didn’t care. His cock inside me was more important than oxygen, this pleasure more important than pain.
His strokes drove in and out of me slowly, each one filling every last available millimeter, but still he was gentle, like he didn’t want to hurt me, like he wanted to put my needs above his—and I liked that way more than I wanted to. I likedNickway more than I wanted to, and every moment with him made me like him more. Made me feel like I could get dependent on having Nick in my life.
Dependency was not acceptable. Especially since it would make this deal between us even more unbalanced.
“Harder.” I wanted him to drive into me so hard and fast I’d forget who was controlling the cock. Forget I liked the man it belonged to. I wanted him to use my body for his pleasure. I needed the sex to be rough and impersonal. “Harder. Nick, please.”
He got the memo.
As the speed and depth of his thrusts increased, his grip on my hips tightened, and I had to rise onto my toes and bend my knees to absorb the overwhelming power.
I thought Nick had felt good before, but everything that had preceded this moment had been a mere appetizer, an amuse-bouche to the main course of his cock driving inside me, his body taking over mine, sending ripples of pleasure flowing through me so strong they might trigger an earthquake.
I leaned onto the bar, pressing back to keep from being crushed as his balls slapped my ass and he continued to drive into me so hard and for so long it started to hurt. Which was perfect.
And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his force increased. His hands pulled back my hips, perfectly in time with his punishing thrusts, each one striking places inside me so deep, filling and stretching me so far. I wondered if I’d ever be the same, if I’d ever walk, ever move again. I didn’t care.
I never wanted this to stop. I was so wet and hot and overstimulated I could barely keep my hips still although they were trapped in the vise grip of his hands.
“That’s it,” I encouraged him, with a strained voice. “Fuck me. Pound me. Take me hard.”
“Fuck, Jade. Fuck.” He stilled with his dick partially inside, my pussy burning and pulsing around him. “I lost it there for a second. Are you okay?”
“Yes. All good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop until you tear me apart.”
“Don’t say that.” He slid one of his hands up my spine, and it made me shiver with pleasure.
“Don’t even joke about that,” he said. “You sure I’m not hurting you?”
“Keep going.” Leaning onto the bar, I pushed back my ass, hoping to force him deeper again.
He drew out, but still my pussy pulsed, ached, throbbed as if he was still moving inside me.
