Page 40 of Bad Boy Next Door
Still bent over, I dropped one of my arms off the bar and ran my fingers through my folds, dripping and hot from the friction, so sensitive my legs shook. Shivering with need, I looked back over my shoulder. “Please don’t stop, Nick. Give me everything you’ve got.”
Taking me by surprise, he lifted me, carrying me to the wall and pressing me back against it. Tucking his hands under my thighs, he pushed inside me with one long thrust, nearly nailing me to the plaster. Gravity dropped me hard on his cock, leaving my body impaled, held up only by the pressure of his body.
I gasped at the impact, his cock like a long-lost friend coming home, a crucial part of me I’d been missing. My hands gripped his shoulders, and felt his muscles work as gravity and his hips joined forces to drive his cock deep. Bracing one hand on the wall, the other under my thigh, he thrust slowly, with his body half bent and his forehead resting on mine.
Our gaze connected, his eyes probing mine—invading without permission.
I’d never felt so open, so exposed. Too exposed.
I should close my eyes.
Why couldn’t I close my eyes?
I squirmed, but the squirming only heightened the pleasure I was taking from his cock. And what a pleasure it was. Inside my pussy, every nerve was raw and firing, and with this slower pace it was like I could feel every ridge as it slid through my wetness.
I’d always enjoyed sex, but this was different. My body, my entire being felt changed—altered in some profound way. This man had taken me somewhere I hadn’t wanted to visit, and everything in this new world was strange and unfamiliar.
And while part of me thought this new place was wonderful, I’d packed a ton of emotional discomfort in my carry-on.
I didn’t belong in this place. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t for me. And even if it felt great in this moment, I knew it was a dangerous world full of peril and pain.
Looking into my eyes, Nick adjusted his angle and thrust deep.
I cried out in pleasure, but my discomfort grew.
As good as this felt, this was not what I wanted. What I wanted was for Nick to fuck me, fuck me hard, to transport me to a place where I could leave all emotions, all thoughts behind, a place where all I could think of or feel were the pounding drives of his cock.
He moaned and looked deeply into my eyes as he thrust slowly again.
I turned away. I needed this to change or stop. What was going on here was not what I wanted. I didn’t want this at all.
