Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,26

are for me,” I reply, sliding my hands along him, up and down, savoring his width, already picturing how it will feel when he spreads my pussy wide and thrusts his thick cock inside me.

“Tell me, how have you been spending your nights away from me?” He grips my hips, draws me down toward him, until my pussy is poised at the tip of his cock. I groan with want, but he doesn’t enter me, not yet. He starts to slowly stroke back and forth along my slit, coating the tip of his cock in my juices, pressing just hard enough that I can feel him almost, almost inside me, and it drives me wild with lust. “Have you been thinking about my cock? Wanting me to fuck you again?”

“Every night,” I confess, my voice a breath against his cheek.

He grins and bites at the edge of my jawline, right where it meets my neck. Hard enough to leave a mark this time. Hard enough to mark me as his. “Good. Do you touch yourself when you think about me?”

I swallow hard. Nod, just a little.

“Show me how you touch yourself.”

I lean back to catch his eye, and cast another glance around us at the car windows. But they’re completely foggy now, the heat inside the car competing with the air outside to shield us from the public view, at least a little bit. Still, if anyone walked too close, peered through the fog, curious about what was happening inside this idling car…

I decide I don’t care. Fuck it. A prison guard nearly walked in on me naked with this man—how much worse could it get? Besides, there’s something a little… exciting about knowing that we could get caught at any moment. So I lean back from Damon and slide one hand down the flat plane of my stomach, until my fingers are gliding across my shaven mound, and spreading my pussy lips.

He drinks me in with that hungry, insatiable stare of his that only makes this moment hotter. “You are so fucking sexy, Ashley,” he murmurs.

I grin as I circle my finger around my clit, pressing just hard enough to make it ache with want. “I’ve been doing this every night, Damon. Touching myself, and wishing it was you. Remembering all the things you did to me in that visitation room…”

He slides a hand up to grip his cock, and starts to stroke himself as well, eyes still locked on me. “Every night in my bunk, I thought about that sexy, tight little pussy of yours. I thought about fucking you on top of me, your big tits bouncing. I thought about pinning you against the wall and taking what I want from you.”

I gasp a little as my fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot. My head tilts back, though I try to keep my gaze locked on his, as I finger myself faster now. “I think about your big cock inside me, how you make me stretch and ache so fucking good.”

“I think about bending you across the desk of my bunk and fucking you from behind. Filling you with my cum, and feeling your pussy tighten around me when you come, the way your voice gets so sexy when you scream.” His hand moves faster, pumping the length of his thick shaft. It’s so sexy to watch him get himself off—to know he did this every night while he thought about me. To know that I drive him this wild.

My breath hitches, and I slide one finger inside my pussy, feeling how wet I am, how close to the edge. I’m nearing it, about to climax…

When Damon grabs my hands and pins them behind me in a single fist. I gasp in protest at first, but that quickly shifts into a long, drawn-out moan as he pulls me forward, onto his lap, and presses his cock against my pussy once more. This time he doesn’t tease. He’s too hungry for me. The same way I ache for him.

He pushes the tip of his cock between my lips, thrusting into my pussy inch by inch. I cry out at the sensation of him filling me so completely, stretching my walls wide as they accommodate his girth. He doesn’t stop drawing me down onto him until he’s fully inside me, his cock buried deep in my pussy. My clit, already swollen with want from both my ministrations and his, presses against his hip bones when I lean forward, and