Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

I know he knows.

But do I do the same for him?

Moving his palm to the base of my neck, I gasp into his mouth at the sheer intimacy of his touch. His mouth lingers around my chin, moving slightly to his left until he is positioned at the base of my earlobe. The anticipation, his words, they will no doubt destroy me, and take me to a place of pure ecstasy that I have never experienced in all my years.

“I want to take this slow. Make every fantasy I’ve had of you, come alive.”

My breath hitches and my body presses against his. His hardness against my thigh is driving me crazy. The fantasy of his cock, pierced and sitting in my mouth, is becoming a reality, and my patience wears thin. My hands move on their own accord, running through his soft hair and scratching down his back, causing him to arch and flex his muscles into my hands. Burying his weak moans into my shoulder, his teeth grip onto my skin with a gentle bite, and his hands lose all sense of control as they travel into the gap of my tank, exposing my breasts.

Even in the dark, his eyes glow fiercely, and the ravaging noises escaping his throat drown with the frantic kisses placed all over my very full breasts. My nipples are hard and every flick of his tongue drives me to moan louder into his hair as I try to control the way my body is reacting.

“Let yourself go, Presley. Let me have all of you.”

He continues to fondle my breasts, taking turns, not wanting to unfairly leave any part of me unattended. I allow my body to relax, enjoying the attention and new sensations. I shift to the side and my sudden movement throws him off. Without a word, he searches my face for an explanation.

“The baby . . . I don’t want to squash the baby.”

Truth be told, I’m terrified of it happening. Haden appears amused, yet continues his mission of having all of me. His hands slowly wander down my torso, caressing the bump in my stomach.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “And mine.”

Trailing kisses down my body, he stops at the top of my boxers and waits, leaving me to do the unthinkable—beg him to go down.

With a playful grin, he tells me, “You don’t play fair, Malone.”

“Who said anything about playing fair?” I smirk, gently tugging his hair.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Simple words that stop me in my tracks. Is he talking about the baby or my feelings? I thought we covered hurting the baby already. Emotionally, I am resilient, or at least that’s the lie Kitty feeds me. This is a pity fuck, a spur of the moment, need-to-release-the-tension fuck. We aren’t going to get married and live happily ever after. Physically, I want him to give it all to me.

“You won’t,” I almost beg of him.

Momentarily, his hands slide past the edge of my shorts and into my panties. The low grumbling sound he makes, followed by a deep moan, push him further against my clit, until his fingers find their way inside.

I gasp at the pure pleasure of the deep thrusts, moving my body in a slow rhythmic motion, bucking my hips against his hand.

“Hot fucking damn, Malone, you are completely soaked,” he tells me, thrusting a third finger deep within.

I’m going to explode. I’m just one finger away from gushing all over his hands. In an attempt to control my breathing, I relax my body and enjoy how good it feels till he warns me that he’s about to enter me.

“I need to be inside you now,” he demands, and with a swift and steady drop of his shorts, he commands me to sit on top of him. “I want to see all of you, riding me, hard, till you can’t take it any longer and explode all over my cock.”

Wow!

I’m quick to jump on top of him as he holds his cock with that shining silver barbell, teasing me before gently sliding it inside me. The fullness of him completes the emptiness that I felt earlier. He moves slowly, gaining momentum as I arch my back, gripping his thighs for support.

His hands trace the base of my neck and follow down my chest and between my full breasts, stopping just shy of my nipples. The anticipation becomes frustrating, so I take control, resting my palm on his and dragging it on top of my nipples.

He moans in delight. “You feel just as I’ve always imagined you . . . tight, wet . . . your body craves me to fuck you.”

My head won’t even nod, so possessed by the strong build-up of pressure forming below that I cannot string together my thoughts or words.

He stops, and instantly my eyes flick open, staring widely at him, wanting to know why. This better not be his signature calling card. Abandoning women on the brink of an orgasm.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands quietly, running his hands along my thigh. His beautiful eyes stare back at me oddly, and I can only imagine he is riddled with guilt.

I lift his hand and kiss his fingertips. “I want you.”