Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,15

sleek, bare legs. His mouth quirks into an appreciative grin, even as the guard cracks a joke about him having more than his due share of fun this week, then shuts the door behind Damon.

“Excited to see me, little fiancée?” he asks, his voice low as he steps forward into the room.

In response I push to my feet and step toward him, letting my gaze sweep over his body the same way he’s studying me. Sure enough, there’s already a bulge growing in his pants. I smirk and glance back up at him, hips cocked. “Not as excited as you are to see me, it seems,” I reply.

He mirrors me, stepping closer as well, until there’s barely an inch of air between us. It hums with energy, with all the pent-up lust we’re both holding back, barely. His smile turns feral as he reaches out, fingertips an inch away from my hip, where they hover without quite touching me, making my body ache for his warm, rough touch. “I beg to differ, darling.” He bends down, until his lips are a centimeter from my neck, and breathes in deeply. “Mm. I can smell how excited you are from here.”

My cheeks go red-hot. Because, of course, just his mere proximity already has me wet as hell, thinking about what he did to me last time. Wondering what he’ll do this time.

But I have business here. I need to keep my head on straight. I tilt my head to meet his gaze, smiling, our lips inches apart. “I want real information today, Damon. No more hints and half-clues. None of this ‘the money is in the same county where I left it.’ Tell me what I want to know.”

To my surprise, Damon smiles right back at me and nods. “I will, Ashley. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know… As long as you make it worth my while.”

I lift one eyebrow. I’ve heard this before. “What do you want, exactly?”

“Simple.” He steps back, and for a moment, I gasp in air, trying to clear my head.

That doesn’t last long. Because his hands have shifted to the clasp of his prison-issued pants, and he’s undoing them slowly, gaze still boring into mine. “Ever since you begged me to make you come with that sexy mouth of yours, I’ve wanted to feel those big lips wrapped around my cock.” He undoes the zipper, and pushes his pants down his legs. His boxers slide after, and his cock springs free, already rock-hard.

My eyes widen as I take him in. Not only is he ripped, with that sexy V of muscle pointing straight toward his cock, but he’s hung, too. Long and thick, curved slightly upward at the tip, a bead of precum glistening, practically begging for me to lick it off. The scent of sex, already thick in the air from both of us sweating at the sight of each other, seems to grow thicker. All I can think about is him, his juicy cock, and how badly I want to drop to my knees and wrap my lips around him. I want to feel him in my mouth, to see how deep I can take him. Whether I can handle him.

“What do you say, dirty girl? Do have a deal, Ms. Marrón?”

I catch his eye. Study the feral lust written all over his face, his sheer desire for me. “We have a deal, Mr. Tell.” With that, I grab the sheet off the bed and whip it off. Dump it in a pile at his feet and fall to my knees on top of it, cushioned from the hard floor of the trailer.

He sucks in a sharp breath when I wrap my fist around the base of his cock, tracing his length with my hand first. He’s so thick that I have to reach up with my other hand to fit all the way around him. I trace his length, back and forth, slow at first, and lean down to flick my tongue across the head of his cock, licking off that delicate little pearl of cum.

“Hungry girl,” he murmurs, as his hands find my hair and dig through it, tightening into fists around my locks.

I grin and spread my lips to slowly inch him into my mouth. He hasn’t seen anything yet.

“That’s right,” Damon says, low in the back of his throat. “Take my cock in your tight little mouth.”

I open my jaw wide to slowly inch him deeper, teasing. But he’s