Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies 2)

“I’m pretty sure your momma would frown upon you doing that.”

“Good thing she isn’t here,” I say, tipping her head back, dropping my mouth so close to hers. “Or she would frown upon this.”

I then take her mouth with mine before cupping her face in my hand as she kisses me back. When I lick her lips with my tongue, she opens her mouth, allowing me the access I so desperately need. Deepening the kiss, I’m surprised when she comes up on her hands, covering my body with hers. Sliding my hands down her back, I slide them into her sweat pants to cup her bare ass.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I gasp up at her. “Wicked girl. Where are your panties?”

Biting into her lip, she shrugs. “I thought you wanted to do it.”

“Oh, I do,” I say, bringing her mouth back down to mine. “So fucking bad,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her deeply again. As she drops her legs to the sides of my hips, I can feel the heat of her against my jeans, and I’m pretty sure I just died. Gasping against her lips, I lift her tank up and over her head. How did I not notice she didn’t have a bra on? Good thing, though. If I had, I wouldn’t have even started the damn episode.

Taking her nipple between my lips, I suck her into my mouth as she arches her back, gasping out. The sound is better than hearing a stick against a puck; it’s simply breathtaking. As I give love to the other nipple, her hands lace through my hair and she grinds against my growing cock. It’s so hard it hurts, but I’m always like that when she’s around. Kissing up her chest, I nibble on her neck before tapping her hips. “Sit up so I can get these off.”

“You’re still dressed,” she mentions as she does what I ask. But when I start tearing off my clothes, she laughs. “Never mind.”

I chuckle as I hop off the bed, going to my dresser for a condom. Tearing off my jeans and boxers, I leave them on the ground as I jump onto the trampoline, landing next to her. I expect to find her all hot and sexy, but she is sputtering with laughter.

“What?” I ask, breathless as I drink in her naked body. She has a tattoo on her hip, a little hockey stick with the number 50 on it. I go to lick it, but she says, “Did you not see the way your dick swung around when you hopped on the trampoline?”

I scoff as I shake my head. “Sorry, I have one thing on my mind,” I say as she giggles while I cover her body with mine.

“I do too, but it was funny,” she says, breathless as I trail kisses down her belly.

“Shut up, Moore,” I say, and she snaps her mouth shut, biting her lip as she arches her back, her mound right there for my taking.

Running my tongue along her tattoo, I ask, ?

?When did you get this?”

“Eighteenth birthday.”

“It’s cute.”

“Yeah, it’s my only one. Unlike you, who is covered. How many do you have?”

“A lot,” is all I can say before taking her pussy with my mouth. Thankfully, she doesn’t ask any more questions as my mouth moves along her wet center. Arching into my mouth, she cries out, but then she covers her mouth to keep quiet. I want her to be loud, and my next mission is to find somewhere where we can go crazy. I want to watch her lose control, scream my name so loud that it rattles my soul. Ugh, the thought has me trembling as I insert a finger inside of her tight, hot hole. As I move my tongue in figure eights along her taut clit, I fuck her slowly with my fingers as she squirms underneath my mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she pants, arching into my mouth. “Ugh! Jay!”

As she comes undone, I gasp against her wanton pussy before licking up her arousal. Thank God we are on the bottom floor of the house or everyone would know we are fucking. Hell, they probably already do, not that I’ll tell her that; she’d freak. Kissing her on her pelvic bone, I sit back on my haunches, looking down at her sweat-sheened skin, drinking her in. She’s magnificent.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I mutter as I slide the condom down my cock. “I want you. So fucking bad.”

She doesn’t say anything, her half-lidded eyes trained on me as she bites into her naughty swollen lips. Leaning down, I press my chest to hers, moving my fingers down her jaw as I cover her mouth with mine. As my teeth sink into her bottom lip, I can’t help but think, no wonder she always does that, it’s fucking incredible. She gasps against my mouth, her fingers biting into my ass as she grinds her wet pussy all over my cock. Closing my eyes, I move my lips along hers, basking in the feel of her arousal all over me. I’ve never felt like this. Never felt so consumed by another person. I’ve had sex with a lot of women—I’m no virgin—but as I make love to Baylor, I know this is singular.

That she’s different.

And all mine.

When I’m unable to take it any longer, I sit back, taking her hips and tilting them up so I can enter her in one thrust. Her eyes squeeze shut as I fill her completely, my hands gripping her hard. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I slowly move in and out of her, each thrust taking her breath away. And mine. My cock is throbbing, my skin feels like it’s on fire, and she is just so fucking beautiful. Falling to my hands, I go deeper into her, causing her to suck in a breath as her eyes meet mine. Trailing my mouth along hers, I pull her leg back as I slowly pump in and out of her.

Her hot pussy sucks me in and squeezes me to no end. She’s coming again, my name falling sweetly off her lips, and soon it’s too much to take. Unable to hold it off anymore, my toes curl up as I come hard inside of her. Biting into her shoulder to keep from crying out, I jerk into her, my whole body going rigid as my orgasm rocks my world.

“Fuck,” I mutter before I kiss the spot I bit. “Holy fuck.”

“That is absolutely right,” she gasp against my ear, kissing down my jaw before nuzzling her nose along the scruff on my jaw.

Pulling back, I look deeply into her eyes as I move my thumb along her lips. A sneaky little kitten grin is on her lips as she asks, “Is all my lipstick gone?”