Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,30

murmur against her ear. “You like it when I take what I want from you?”

“Fuck yes,” she says, a smile on her mouth. “I love it rough.”

“Careful what you wish for,” I warn her with a rogue grin. Then I pull her against me, her back arching to grant me better access, as I start to thrust into her. Before long, I’m moving hard and fast, fucking her against the wall, loving the way her tight pussy contracts around my thick cock, savoring all the little moans and gasps she makes as I work her up toward her first climax. When she’s close, I pull her against me and turn, walking her toward the shower. Her legs clamp tighter around me as she holds on, her hips bucking in frustration at the climax I just denied her.

But she won’t be left wanting for long.

“My dirty girl needs to get clean,” I whisper.

I walk her into the shower stall, pin her against the wall there, and grab the showerhead. Her eyes widen. With a wicked smirk, I turn on the warm water, and direct the showerhead right at her pussy, even as I pin her up against the wall and continue to pound into her.

“You like that, dirty girl? You like when I try to clean your pussy?”

She cries out in response, her orgasm hitting hard and fast under the double onslaught of my cock and the stream of water. She shakes against me, her muscles quivering as she comes. I keep the showerhead positioned there, my other hand gripping her ass hard to pull her tighter against me as I keep fucking her, my cock plunging into her tight pussy over and over.

“Come for me again. One more good one, and I’ll give you what you really want. I’ll come inside you, but first you have to come for me.”

That sexy pussy of hers spasms around my cock as she comes a second time, her screams louder. She digs her teeth into my shoulder, and I let the showerhead fall, knowing the sensation is getting overwhelming now. I draw back, arch my hips to make sure the tip of my cock drags along her inner walls, one after the other, until I reach the G-spot. The third time I make her come, it’s on my cock alone, her mouth wide as she gasps for breath.

Only then do I let myself go. Fuck her hard and fast against the wall, my hands so tight on her ass it’ll probably leave bruises tomorrow—but she always loves when I do that. She says it marks me as hers.

I can’t help but agree.

I thrust into her again and again until the pleasure builds too hot and hard. “I’m gonna come, Ashley. I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Fill me up, Damon,” she manages to pant, breathless, lost in the sensation, the same way I am.

I finish with a deep, guttural growl, and keep thrusting as I feel my hot cum wash inside her pussy, filling her, until the stream trickles out of her pussy and down both our legs, white hot even under the warm shower water.

“Fuck,” she breathes, when I finally release her legs, let her slide down the wall to a stand again.

“Fuck,” I agree with a breathless grin. Then I aim the showerhead at her body, intent on washing her off. But she has other ideas, grabs it from me, and we’re at it all over again.

I lose track of time. I lose track of everything, until we collapse into bed, what feels like hours later, both worn out and breathing hard. I pull her to my chest and cradle her close, loving as always the way her warm body feels pressed against me, tucked perfectly into the curve of my arm. Despite all the showering, neither of us is particularly clean, but I don’t mind. I like her better when she smells natural. Like herself. And like me, like sex all over her.

“So,” I murmur into the nape of her neck, just before I plant a long, lingering kiss there, that makes her shiver in my arms. I pull her tighter against me, the stirrings of lust already tightening in my stomach again. I can never leave her alone for long. I can’t get enough of her, not even now, after all this time together.

I hope I never get my fill of this woman.

“So what?” she asks, with a coy smile over her shoulder.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, eyebrow lifted as I