Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,18

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“Tell me what’s going on, Damon? One second you’re demanding I suck your cock for information, the next you’re freaking out and kicking me out of the visitation room—without fulfilling your half of the bargain, I might add.”

“Oh, I’ll give you your damn information, Ashley. If that’s all you care about.”

“I asked what was wrong, and you refused to tell me.”

“Because if you stay, things are going to get worse for you. Way more complicated.”

“So what?” I demand, setting my jaw. “What’s going to happen if I stay, exactly?”

“If you stay, I’m going to do what I really want to do to you.” He finally meets my eye again, and this time, there’s a look there that I’ve never seen before. He looks… angry. But not at me. At himself. “Are you prepared to accept that, Ashley? Are you really as brave as you act like you are?”

I square my shoulders. “I came here to do a job, Damon. I’d do anything for this business—for my father. And unlike you, I finish the jobs I start.”

That blow lands. I watch it happen, watch the flinch in his eyes, and the way he reacts to it, the way his anger fills in the hole I just shot in his armor. “Fine,” he practically snarls. “You want me to finish this job? Be careful what you ask for.” He grabs me, then, and tosses me backwards onto the bed, landing hard on top of me.

He spreads my legs roughly, arching his back so the tip of his cock runs along the length of my slit, from back to front, coating himself in my juices—because, damn him, I’m already wet as hell from sucking his cock earlier.

“Last chance,” he says, glaring down at me. “Tell me to stop. Because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you right now, Ashley. I’m going to fuck you, raw and real, so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here in a straight line. And when I’m ready, I’m going to come inside your tight little pussy. Are you ready for that?”

My stomach flips a little. I’ve never heard a guy say it like that, never heard anyone threaten to come inside me so ferociously. Somehow, it’s turning me the fuck on. I’m on birth control at least, so that part doesn’t bother me. Plus, it’s kind of sexy when he says it like that.

So I just spread my legs wider and lift my chin, meeting his dare with one of my own. “Show me what you’ve got, Damon.”

He thrusts into me so hard and fast that I cry out, unable to resist. His cock is thick, thicker than any guy I’ve been with before, and it spreads my pussy wide, making me feel stuffed already. He draws back, thrusts again, and this time I can feel the tip of his cock touch my cervix just barely, his girth stretching my walls. I’ve never felt so fucking full.

In response, I arch my hips up against him. He pulls back and starts to find his rhythm, thrusting deep into me with every thrust.

“You like that, dirty girl? You like feeling a real man’s cock inside you?” He reaches down to grab my breasts, and pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I gasp aloud, and he tightens his grip, just hard enough to make it sting a little, to send conflicting messages to my overloading brain—pain and pleasure, ache and ecstasy.

“Fucking give it to me, Damon,” I manage to gasp between thrusts, as he continues to pound into me.

That makes him grin. Without warning, he grips my hips, draws back and out of me—I can’t help it then, I mewl faintly in protest at the sensation of his warm cock leaving my pussy entirely—and flips me over beneath him. I land on all fours, and grip the bed with both hands to hold on as he drives his cock into my pussy from behind.

“God you’re fucking tight,” he groans. I cast a glance over my shoulder and find his eyes glossed, his expression torn between anger and lust. He pushes my head down, buries my face in the pillow, and wraps a fist around my hair as he continues to fuck me, his other hand clamped tight around my hip to hold me in place while he takes what he wants from me.

I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. I’m completely in his control, and we both know it… and I’m