Diary of a Bad Boy(83)

It’s so fucking hot that my cock jumps against the zipper of my jeans.

I straighten out my finger and let her ride it, her kisses intensifying, her grip growing stronger. So wet, she glides up and down as I add another finger and slip inside her.

“Yes,” she groans, now moving up and down. Her head falls back and I take advantage of her exposed neck and see-through shirt. From her neck, to her chest, to her nipples. I drag one into my mouth and squeeze her other breast with my hand that slipped under her shirt. She continues to ride my fingers, her tight channel closing in around me, and all I can envision is my dick getting the same treatment.

Desperate to find out what it feels like to be inside her, I flip her onto the bed so her back hits the mattress, and pull a pack of condoms from my back pocket. I toss them on the bed and reach for her shirt, dragging it over her head, exposing her completely. Not even a little shy, she lies there, naked, and fuckin’ gorgeous as she stares up at me. She spreads her legs, and I watch in slow motion as her hand travels down her stomach to her nub, and she starts to massage it with two fingers.

Her hips rotate and her nipples pucker as she bites her bottom lip.

Holy Fuck.

She nods at my pants and says, “Lose them, Roark.”

Eyes on hers, I reach down and undo my pants, dragging them down my hips along with my briefs. I kick them to the side along with my socks and stand tall as my cock juts out at her. Not even trying to be coy, her gaze immediately falls to my dick, and her mouth drops open. Best reaction ever.

She glances at me and her cheeks blush—the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. There she is, the girl I first met, purity brimming from her eyes. I grip my cock and tug on it, staring at her while she continues to rub herself out, her legs falling open even more.

“You’re so fookin’ beautiful, Sutton.” I snag a condom from the box on the bed, tear it open, and roll it over my more-than-ready erection right before leaning forward and hovering above her. “Are you sure you want this, that you want me?”

“More than anything, Roark.”

I stroke her cheek, and the moment slows, becoming more intimate. “I’ve never felt like this about another person. It’s different, and it’s fucking terrifying.”

“If it helps, I’m feeling the same thing.” Her thumbs pass over my lip. “I’ve developed feelings for you, and I’m afraid they run deeper than I expected.” Her eyes turn glassy with moisture. “I like you a lot, Roark.”

Fuck.

I press a kiss against each of her eyes and then her nose, trying to soothe the worry etching her brow. I nudge my nose over hers and smile. “I like you a lot too.” I lower my hips, my cock pressing against her entrance. “I don’t know where you came from, but I don’t want to let you go.” And that’s the God’s honest truth. I can’t imagine my life without this woman.

She reaches down and wraps her small hand around my length right before she guides me inside. Her mouth falls open, she inhales, and then moves her hips until I’m fully inserted.

Fucking hell, she feels so good.

My muscles clench.

So damn good.

“I’m not fucking around, Sutton, you’re mine now. Do you understand that?”

She nods and brings my mouth to hers. Before kissing me, she says, “The possession is mutual. You’re mine.”

I pause, my hips stilling as I connect my eyes with hers. “I . . . fuck,” I breathe out, my heart swelling in my dark, empty chest. “You don’t know what that does to me, hearing you say that.”

“It’s true.” She shifts her hips, and I grind my teeth together.

“Lass, I need to move.”

“What are you waiting for?”

This girl, she’s killing me. I drop my lips onto hers and pepper her with open-mouthed kisses as I slowly start to ease my hips in and out of her. I slip one of my hands into her hair and grip her breast with the other, lightly kneading her nipple. Her chest rises, her moans fill me up, and her sweet pussy lights up every nerve in my body.

So good.

So tight.

So perfect.

“God,” I groan, releasing her mouth for a second, needing to catch my breath.

I push into her harder, picking up my pace.

“Yes,” she chants, her neck straining, her fingers digging into my back. “Oh Roark, oh my God, Roark.”

The way she says my name, the breathless whisper she uses, it pulses through my veins like oxygen, sending my body into a frenzy. I connect our foreheads, my hands bracing on either side of her head, my chest straining above her. Fuck, my orgasm starts to build at the tips of my toes and climbs up my legs, inch by glorious inch.

“Fuck,” I breathe out heavily as my balls start to tighten.

Sutton’s grip tightens, her pussy clenches around me, and her head tilts back as she cries out in ecstasy. “Roark, yes. Oh my God.”

I pump harder, faster, using her orgasm to set off mine as she pulses around my cock. Like a fire hitting dry grass, the heat in my body ignites in a flash, my stomach drops, and pleasure erupts deep inside me as I still and come inside Sutton.

“Christ,” I mutter, slowly working my hips in and out until we both open our eyes and stare into each other’s souls. And then I sense something I’ve never felt before.