Diary of a Bad Boy(56)

And like a broken branch in the woods, my will snaps, echoing through my head with such a mighty force I blow full steam ahead.

Removing my hand, I stand up, her worried eyes searching mine until I remove my suit jacket, and roll up my sleeves. A satisfied smile crosses over her lips as I position myself between her legs and offer my hand. When she takes it, I pull her to a sitting position and reach for the hem of the shirt, pulling it up and over her head.

She’s completely naked. It’s the first time I’m seeing her bare-chested, and fuck me. Round and plump breasts with dusky pointed nipples. A little more than a handful, and I’m about to get lost in them. No wonder I’ve been obsessed.

I drag my hand over my mouth, taking her in before lowering her onto the bed. “Gorgeous,” I mutter. Where do I start? I’ve thought about this moment countless times in the shower, in bed, in my office while on a conference call, and now that it’s happening, I’m freezing up.

Maybe it’s because I shouldn’t be doing this—indulging in a small taste, a brief touch, anything to soothe this burning ache inside me. I’m being fucking selfish, but I can’t not be. She’s a goddess. My anchor.

I lift her leg and start kissing her, letting my scruff mark up her silky white skin, branding her momentarily as mine. Her hands grip the comforter beneath her as I make my way closer to her upper thigh.

I lower myself onto the bed and scoot her up higher so I can utilize the bed as support while I explore her body. In a better position, I lower my mouth to her thigh, my head right next to her pussy. I press little kisses along her skin, lightly flicking my tongue, causing her to jolt in surprise and then moan as she relaxes.

I work my mouth up and down her leg, never getting too close to the juncture between her legs. I’m not ready for that yet, not even close. I’m going to savor her, savor this moment.

Moving back up, I drag my tongue over her hipbone, where I make small circles for a minute before gliding up over her stomach. I glance at her face—her eyes are shut and her lips are parted—then notice her breasts rising and falling rapidly.

“Are you wet for me, Sutton?”

Her head lulls to the side. “So wet,” she whispers. I’m tempted to reach down and feel for myself, but not yet, I need to acquaint myself with her breasts first.

“Your tits, fuck, they’re so hot. Ever since I saw you in just your bra, it’s like they’ve been torturing me in my dreams.” I glide my hand up to one and give it a squeeze. Shit. I take a deep breath as my cock strains against the zipper of my pants. “I’ve wanted these so bad. I’ve thought about sucking on them, playing with your cute little nipples, and then fucking them with my cock.”

“Roark,” she says breathlessly, her eyes flying open as I lower my mouth to one of her nipples while massaging her other breast. “Oh, Roark,” she moans as her fingers weave through my hair.

So goddamn erotic, hearing my name come out of her mouth like that, as if I’m the key to her happiness.

I pull and suck, and flick my tongue over her nipple, loving the way she moans beneath me, her hips moving up and down, seeking any kind of release. It’s hot as fuck.

I move to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, as one of my hands falls between us. From the sounds she’s making to the needy push of her hips against mine, she’s extremely turned on, but I need to know how wet she is, how ready she is.

When she senses what I’m doing, the beautiful girl spreads her legs even wider, letting me know I can do whatever the hell I want, and I plan on it.

My hand wanders past her belly button, straight to her pussy. I hover for a second before lightly running my index finger along her slit.

“So fucking wet,” I mutter against her breast. Christ, so turned on, so willing. It causes me to lose my control. I slip my finger inside her, tight and perfect, and then slip out. I add another finger, and she cries out in pleasure as my thumb rubs against her clit.

“Roark, oh my God.” Her hands go to my shoulders and I consider how experienced she is. It’s as if no one has ever touched her like this.

“What do you want?” I ask, rolling my tongue over her nipple.

“I want you.” Her hands grip my shoulders even tighter when I press down on her clit. “I . . . want . . . you.”

Unable to process what that really means, I release her nipple and move my mouth down her body until I’m positioned in front of her pussy. I release my hand, causing her to cry out, only to replace it with my mouth.

“Yes,” she says, her torso lifting off the bed. I press my hand to her chest, lowering her back down, helping her to relax as my tongue goes to work.

I knew she was going to be sweet, I knew being with her was going to be a new experience for me, but never in a million years would I have guessed she’d taste this damn good or sound this damn amazing.

Her little body convulses under my tongue, writhing up and down, her head lulls side to side as her teeth mark her bottom lip. Her fingers cling desperately to the sheets, and I watch in fascination as I bring her to a full-blown orgasm in seconds. With zero shame, she yells my name, her body aching for more. I hold her still and flick my tongue over her clit again and again as she continues to spasm, until she says she can’t take it anymore and flings her arm over her eyes.

“Oh my God,” she mutters, her hips thrusting up one last time before she finally settles. I press a few kisses to the side of her legs before lifting up and pulling her under the covers. I kick my shoes off and fall in behind her, my cock hard as stone, nuzzled against her naked body.