Page 8 of Forever the Bully
Chapter Ten
Jeremiah
Ican’t believe this woman—this beautiful dream of a woman—truly wants me. Me, the bully. In my head, it’s illogical. But it’s real. She’s kissing me as if she can’t breathe unless I give her my own breath. And she’s already trying to pry my shirt over my head as if she might die if she can’t get her fingertips on my skin.
Honestly, I feel the same way. I need this woman naked. I need her beneath me as I make her mine. There’s so much we have left to talk about, mainly our relationship and where we go from here, but all of that can be pushed to the side for now. Nothing is more important than proving I want her just as badly as she wants me.
I’m nearly drowning in my need for her.
The mattress dips beneath our combined weight as I press one knee onto the bed, then the other. When I lay her back, I lean up a little and take a moment to admire the true work of art she is. I’m a math man. It’s what I’m good at. But even I canappreciate beautiful art when it’s placed before me. And Hazel? She’s worthy of the most prominent art museums and galleries in the world. Artists would kill to turn a body like hers into a sculpture.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, unable to look away from her.
Her cheeks pinken the slightest bit at my words, but there’s nothing shy about the coy gleam in her eyes or the teasing smile that tilts her lips. I’m leaking copious amounts of precum into my boxers, and if she keeps looking at me like this, I’m going to come in my pants. Fuck knows, I don’t need that to happen. I don’t want to nut until I’m deep inside of her.
“Why don’t you get undressed and show me how beautiful you think I am, Mr. Graley?” she taunts.
Fuuuuck. The little minx is going to kill me. She’s impatient, and she isn’t afraid to let me know.
“Yes, Ms. Miller. I’ll get on it right now,” I reply, teasing her just as much as she’s teasing me. Her breath hitches, and she licks her lips. If I can’t resist leaning in to kiss her again, who can blame me? Her mouth is addictive, and when it’s kiss-swollen and glistening, I just want her even more. Every single part of this woman is a temptation.
Forcing myself away from her with a groan, I stand, toeing off my shoes and unfastening my pants. She wiggles out of her shirt, revealing perky tits in a lacy bra. I have to reach down to squeeze the base of my cock as her curves are revealed. When she unhooks her bra with practiced ease and lets it slide down her arms, I damn near strangle the throbbing organ.
I’m so close to busting a nut untouched, it’s shameful.
“Are you frozen, Jeremiah, or are you going to finish getting those clothes out of the way?” she asks as she shifts to her knees to undo her pants. I swallow thickly. Her grin is absolutelywicked when she adds, “Don’t tell me you’re about to bust one already.”
“I am,” I rasp. “I fucking am. I was wholly unprepared for how exquisite you are, Hazel, and I’m dying here.”
She moves off the bed and shoves her pants and panties down to the floor before stepping out of them. I suck in a surprised breath when she pushes me backward, making me sprawl out on the soft bedsheets.
“What are you doing?”
She’s moving over me now, her thick thighs straddling my hips. I feel her heat burning through my boxers. I’m thinking of everything but her—grandmas, saggy balls, my favorite football team losing…anything to keep from making a mess of myself.
“I’m taking over since you’re much slow do it yourself,” she taunts.
I narrow my eyes at her as I grip her waist, my thumbs brushing her belly.
“Repeat that?” I growl, a warning in my voice.
Her smile is pure danger, and I’m rising to the challenge.
“I said, I’m taking over since you’re too slow to do it yourself.”
I flip us, making her squeak in surprise. Cupping the side of her neck, I press my lips to hers in a kiss that assaults every single one of my senses and wreaks havoc on my soul. She moans beneath me, her fingers spearing into my hair and tugging me closer. Her hips buck up, and I groan when her slick heat rubs against me through my boxers.
“I’m not too fucking slow,” I snarl against her addictive mouth as I pull my shaft from my boxers. “Birth control? Need a condom?”
I barely get the words past my lips. I need to be inside of her and show her I’m definitely man enough to fuck her and not lose my damn control while doing it.
“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. Put your cock in me, Jeremiah, and stop making me wait so damn long.”
Demanding little thing.
I sink inside of her, and we both moan. She’s slick and so hot and so fucking perfect. I kiss her again and reach behind me to hook my arm behind her knee, bending her leg back. No other words are spoken. Shit, I don’t think either of us could really talk. Our bodies roll and grind as one while I fuck into her over and over and over again. The headboard slams against the wall repeatedly. She’s moaning and whining beneath me, her hands clawing at my back, leaving welts in their wake that I know I’ll photograph later.
“I’m so fucking close, Hazel. I need you to come. Please come, sweetheart.”
