The Bad Boy's Secret Baby (Part One)
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I writhe on the mattress, unable to stand another moment without him. He takes off his jeans, and when he stands before me in all his bare glory, everything inside me brutally contracts, and I grasp at the bedspread. I wail like a shameless wild thing, suddenly coming for him again.
Just from one look at him.
Just from wanting him so bad.
As I drift down from yet another high, I gaze at him through my eyelashes. His every muscle is defined, huge and powerful. His tanned skin glistens. The sexy indentations where his hips meet his ass make my mouth water. And when I lay eyes on that enormous, throbbing cock of his, I lose all composure.
“Just have me, Dylan,” I whisper. “Please have me.”
As his chest rises and falls, he gets onto the bed. He towers over me, and I can’t resist the temptation to reach out and touch his beautiful cock. He groans, tormented, so needful that I feel it straight to my core.
He tears into the condom’s wrapping, and then slips the rubber over his stiff dick. It bobs with every pulse of his blood, and he crawls toward me, then gently pushes open my thighs. He looks at my pussy with a longing that stuns me.
“Baby…”
As he slips his fingers between my legs, I suck in an agitated breath. It trembles, just like I’m trembling inside, slowly going insane. And when he eases his fingers into me, opening me up, I shift around on the bed. It’s been such a long time, and I’m not just talking about sex itself. It’s been forever since Dylan, and that’s all that matters.
He lazily moves in and out of me, never drawing his gaze away from mine as he deliciously finger bangs me, pumping my juices, making me feel even fuller, more swollen with hot, pulsing blood. “I wasn’t about to take you right there on the table,” he whispers. “I want this to be right, even though there’s a fucking lot between us that’s wrong.”
“This is right,” I say. “Make it right, Dylan. Please.”
He suddenly pulls me to him, and I feel the tip of his cock against my entrance, waiting to come in. I squirm against him so restlessly that he sucks in a breath. Is it possible that this rough man, this ex-con, has some deep emotion left in him?
It’s as if he doesn’t want me to even think it, and his mouth tightens. His eyes fill with betrayal again, and he tugs me even closer. Just as I take another breath, he reaches down to my pussy again, opening my lips. Then he rubs his tip through me, ruthlessly teasing me.
I moan restlessly.
He does it again, and just as I’m about to scream, he thrusts into me, going so deep that I gasp.
He fills me completely—my Dylan, my world. He’s everything that has left me empty these past five years. And when he starts moving inside of me, I dig my nails into his thick arms, wanting every bit of him, not willing to let him go. Not again, not ever.
As he speeds up his thrusts—faster, harder—everything becomes a swirl of whipping wind and dark clouds that rumble with thunder. I feel flashes of lightning darting around inside of me, flirting with the vibrating air. I feel Dylan’s cock going deeper, deeper as I hear our sweaty skin slapping together, the sound of him fucking me as he goes balls deep and lifts me off the bed. I heave in more desperate breaths, my voice sounding detached as I murmur out pleas.
Keep fucking me forever…keep going…
Harder…faster… Pressure builds up inside of me. It’s like the storm has been bottled up, so contained that it’s bound to break out, shattering and destroying me. The anticipation of that is almost too much as Dylan curses and lifts me up to him so that he can go even deeper, hitting that special, soft little place that no one else has ever found but him.
Every time he hits it I say his name. “Dylan…Dylan…DYLAN…”
The dark thunderheads swarm me, pressing in on me with such force that I have no choice but to give in. As he hits that tight spot one more time, I explode for him, coming with a storm of cries in his name. I weep and clutch at him, and now that I’ve broken apart for him, he breaks, too, spilling into me with such brute force that it’s as if I’ve been torn apart limb from limb, cell from cell.
But as I come down from this, I realize that my craving for him has only started.
He collapses against me, his skin against my hot skin, and I know that this has to be the beginning of something more, rather than the end…
End of Part One
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