Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,56

impossible with Smith.

“I have only been unprotected with one person.” Becca. “Checked frequently. Totally clean.”

My response was to kiss him, sucking on his lower lip. He groaned loudly, gripping himself.

“I wanted to take my time and taste you.”

“Next time.”

“Like the way you think.” His cock pressed into my opening, dropping my mouth. My lungs froze with anticipation.

This was happening. I was going to have sex with Smith Blackburn. The Smug Bastard himself. The guy I used to hate. Here in a dirty alley. And I loved that it was totally different from anything I had done before.

I wanted him inside me so badly I couldn’t think; the feel of him there had me desperate and needy.

“Smith…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“No, say it. I want to hear the truth. Even if it makes you blush.”

I tried to buck my hips to move him inside me, but he pinned my arms back, tipping away from me.

“Say it.”

The devil on my shoulder took over my mouth, desperation making me claw at his skin. “Fuck me. Hard. Brutal. I want you so deep inside me I can’t breathe.”

He cursed under his breath and thrust into me, ripping the air from my lungs. His size filling me so much I thought I was going to shatter in half. The slight pain flipped quickly to pure unbelievable pleasure.

Oh. Holy. Fuck.

“Fuck. Kins.” He groaned so loud, people walking by looked around. “You feel so good… Shit. Fuck.… way too fucking good.” He pulled back and drove in again, splitting a cry from me.

Feeling him sliding into me had my eyes rolling back; air locked in my chest. This felt unreal. The sensation so overwhelming and powerful, it tossed everything in my safe world on its head. My body reacted on instinct. Rolling and pushing against him in desperation.

“Oh god, Smith.” My fingers dug into his scalp, tugging on his hair, only building more frantic need between us. “More. Harder.”

“Jesus… your pussy… is so tight. Perfect. I never want to stop fucking you… being inside you.”

“Don’t.”

He gripped my hips, tipping me so he went in even deeper and harder.

We both moaned, swearing and grunting.

The girl who would have judged people screwing in an alley was shattered into a thousand pieces, breaking the monster underneath loose.

I became untamed and feral. My nails raked down his back and shoulders, the brick of the building tearing into my flesh as he drove into me. Our mouths bit; our hands clawed.

With every thrust I could feel my climax coming. I didn’t want this to end, but at the same time, I chased the sensation like a scavenger.

He picked up his tempo, my spine scrapping against the wall. I loved he wasn’t gentle, both of us so blinded by lust we wanted to rip into each other. I wanted it wild and rough. To the point pain and pleasure mixed into one.

My body tightened around him, strangling his throat.

“Oh god… don’t stop.” My teeth bit down on his lip as I felt it rushing to me.

“Come for me.” He reached down, his thumb rubbing against the buddle of nerves.

An explosion popped behind my lids as I cried out, clenching and pulsing around him.

“Fuuucck.” His hips hit deeper, pumping a few more times until I felt him release inside me, shuttering my body in another orgasm. My mouth opened, but nothing came out as euphoria filled my veins, riding the last moment of the high before I slowly started to come back down.

I thought I had an orgasm before, but I was wrong. Nothing in my life compared to this, certainly no man I had been with before. Not even the rush of jumping off the bridge could challenge this.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, gulping in breaths.

Smith placed his hands on the wall behind my head like he couldn’t keep himself upright, sucking in.

“Was that normal?” I leaned against the brick.

His gaze lifted to mine for a moment, then his mouth took mine so hungrily I felt him stir inside me, sparking desire through me again. How the hell was it possible?

He tipped back enough to look at me again.

“No.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, his hands going to my hips. He pulled out, setting me back on my feet, tucking himself back into his pants. Something in my chest fluttered with panic. Still throbbing from my release, I wanted him to be back inside me, filling me again.

He clasped my arms, peering at the ground, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

Shit. Would things turn awkward