Bad Boy (An Indecent Proposal) - J.C. Reed Page 0,53

the last time.”

His eyes darkened, but not with lust. Flames of anger flashed through them, turning the gray blue a few shades darker.

“As you wish.”

His hands busied themselves with the belt, tightening even though I could barely move my wrists.

I closed my eyes, feeling him settling, the head of his cock against my folds, my wetness coating him a moment before he slid inside me, one inch at a time. I felt my mind losing focus. Another shudder rocked me as he thrust into me until I could take no more and shifted, the size and weight of his cock too big.

A bit uncomfortable, too tight.

And yet the burning and desire didn’t stop.

I wanted more.

I wanted everything he had to give.

His hand moved down to my clit, rubbing it in slow, relentless strokes, until the pressure inside me built up, ready to throw me over the edge.

“Don’t fight it, Laurie.” His voice was hoarse, aroused by the fact that he was deep inside me twitching, but not moving, stretching me, but not giving me the friction I so desperately sought.

We were connected, linked, my body shaking with exhaustion, screaming for the release only he could give me.

Soon, I knew, I would come, no matter whether he moved or not, because his fingers were doing a hell of a job.

The oncoming climax was hanging over my head like a sword.

“Please just fuck me,” I begged.

“Not yet. You’re too tight for me. I want you to be completely wet, otherwise it’s going to hurt.” His tone was strained, as though he was having a hard time controlling himself.

His words made no sense.

I was wet, wasn’t I?

His fingers moved faster while his body and his cock stood still. My hips lifted to grant him deeper access.

He groaned but didn’t move.

Damn it.

His fingers moved faster. The pulsating ache between my legs intensified. And then I felt it. My body relaxed, and my insides began to burn. A moan escaped my breath as his fingers continued to rub the sensitive spot one more time before he pulled out and then plunged his cock deep inside me, spreading me wide open.

My pulse spiked. I opened my eyes and caught his intense gaze.

“Please,” I whispered, ready to beg some more.

“By the time I’m done, I’m going to be so deep inside you, you’ll never think of another man again.”

Please, as if anyone could ever take his place inside my mind. Or heart. Or pussy.

I shook my head, my eyes wild. The pressure was too much, the waves of lust and pleasure rocking me too hard. I flicked my tongue over my parched lips.

“Chase.” His name found its way past my lips as I peered down at the spot where our bodies connected.

He pulled out almost to his crown, the moisture glittering on his long shaft. And then he leaned forward and kissed me hard, his mouth crushing mine just as his cock thrust inside me in one straight move.

All the way in.

He had never kissed me so wildly before. His cock had never been so deep inside me.

His mouth stifled my moans while his fingers resumed their torture on my clit.

Slowly at first, he began to move, his thrusts measured while his lips moved to my neck, my collarbone, my cheeks, and then back to my lips. My body tightened, my chest heaved as I started to rock against him to meet his hips.

“Lift your legs higher,” he commanded.

The air cold against my feverish skin, I obeyed and fully opened myself to his thrusts. His movements became harder and faster, as if he wanted to bury himself deep into me. My vision began to spin, and the initial pulses changed to tremors. My hands struggled against their restrains. Closing my eyes, I moved my hips against his, but it was impossible to keep up his speed.

“Chase,” I cried a moment before every muscle in my body tensed.

And then the climax crashed through me.

It didn’t take long for him to follow. One more hit, and the second orgasm rocked through me.

Fucking hell.

I smiled, savoring the moment because I knew our moment together wouldn’t last.

Chapter 18

The phone kept ringing, the annoying sound echoing in my brain. I pulled the pillow over my head, debating whether to throw the phone against the wall or give up hope on any sleep and pick up.

It had to be Jude, I just knew it. Everyone else wouldn’t be so persistent.

I stretched out my hand from under the covers and grabbed it, keeping my