Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(38)

“Is it okay like this?”

He nods at me, climbs back on top of me. I love the way he kisses all over me. It’s like he wants to take every inch of flesh into his mouth, every last sliver of my body. It’s like he wants to taste me everywhere, as though there is nothing else in the world he could ever want more.

It seems naïve, thinking like that, but it’s really what it feels like.

In between us, his manhood juts up, and I reach down, hold on to him. He’s so hard for me, and he squeezes some muscle I never knew existed, and his cock jumps in my hand, grows even thicker, his tip swelling some more.

A drop of pre-cum oozes out – I can see it through the condom, and I rub my thumb over it, spread it over his tip through the lubricated latex, massage the back where I know he’s sensitive.

I see his face ripple with pleasure, and his lips part, and his breathing quickens, and it turns me on so much to see him like this.

He strokes my thigh, guides it apart a little father, and then he lowers himself down to me. I look him in the eyes, and then I suck in a breath of air, bite my lip.

“Okay,” I whisper.

I gasp when I feel his tip at my entrance, and I ring my arms around his neck, shutting my eyes, clenching my teeth as I feel him stretch me with the head of his manhood.

“Shit,” I hiss, throwing my eyes wide open and groaning as he inches inside me.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. He stretches me, and for a fleeting moment I feel a hint of a sting, but then it dilutes in the overwhelming sensation.

“Slower, slower,” I pant, and so he goes slower, slides into me gently.

My breathing quickens, I look at his lips, and he senses what I want, leans down, his hard muscles not shaking at all as he holds himself up while kissing me.

I pull his head harder on mine, lock my lips with his, and groan into his mouth as he inches inside me bit by bit.

He fills me up so completely, makes me feel so full on the inside. It’s… amazing. It’s overpowering.

I’m squeezing randomly around him, my whole body is shaking, and already I can feel that pressure again in my belly building up.

I reach down with one hand, clamp onto his hard ass, and I push him into me. He slides in all the way, bottoms out, draws a sharp moan from me.

“Wait,” I say breathlessly. “Just wait a second.”

He kisses me slowly, licks my lips, sucks on my tongue, and then when I run my hand across the side of his ass, to his hip, guide him up, he starts to pull out of me.

All at once I’m blinded. My body goes tight, and my mouth drops open, and I clamp onto his skin with my nails as he pulls himself all the way out of me.

It feels so damn good, so much more than just fingers which is all I’ve ever experienced before this.

As he pushes inside me again, I grow used to the way it feels, and I wrap my legs around his ass, push him down harder.

“God, you’re so tight,” he growls. “You make me feel so good.”

He starts to slowly thrust in and out of me, and I control his speed with my legs, push my hands against his chest, feel his hard, tensing muscle.

I lean my head back, and his tongue sets the skin of my throat on fire.

“Oooh,” I moan, overcome. I hold onto the headboard behind me as he fucks me, push down from it, raise my hips to meet his thrusts, utterly lost in the blissful sensation, in heaven.

“Faster,” I gasp, and he goes faster, and in no time I’m writhing beneath him, eyes clamped tight, at the mercy of the pleasure he grants me.

I’m lost, so utterly lost, and as his lips hungrily claim the skin on my neck, by my ear, along the stretch that leads to my shoulder, I shiver, hum, smile, moan.

He slows down, and I grip onto him tight, feel his hard body, and then he pulls himself out of me, gets up, takes me by my hips and flips me over on the bed.

I try to get to my knees, but his hand goes to the small of my back, guides me back down.

“Lie flat,” he tells me, and so I do, waiting, wondering what he’s going to do.

I feel his fingers on my sex from behind, and he rubs my clit, kisses me down my back. Then I feel his tip at my entrance again. He pushes my thighs together, and then slowly enters me.

I gasp out loud, grip the bed sheets. I feel so much more this way – he feels so much bigger inside me – and I’m just floating in oblivion.

He eases into me, slowly, gently, giving me time to get used to it, and then he takes my hair into his hand, twirls it around, pulls it.

A groan slips from my lips, and then he starts to fuck me from behind, and his cock is right against my front wall, and I feel better than I ever have before.

I feel fingers slip around my hip, in between my body and the bed, on my clit. He rubs me as he fucks me, and every nerve ending inside me is on fire.