Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3), стр. 29
And yet, here she was.
“Clint?” she asked.
I felt her hand cup my cheek, and it pulled me from my trance.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” I asked.
She blushed. “If I’m beautiful, then there isn’t a word in the English language that describes you.”
I growled as my lips fell back against hers, needing to taste her again. And when her legs parted, I felt my cock fall between her soft thighs. Her pussy lips wrapped around my girth as she rocked her body, slicking my pulsing veins with her juices. Oh, how wet she was for me. Oh, how her scent called to me. My mouth watered as I kissed down her cheek. Along her jawline. Down her pulse point. What I wouldn't have given to taste her once more.
But, when my tip settled at her entrance, my head started spinning with other needs.
Other thoughts.
Other desires.
“I need you,” she whispered.
I kissed her breast. “Then, just say the word.”
I lifted my head to gaze into her eyes once more, watching them flutter open. And when her gaze held my stare, she nodded.
“Fill me, Clint. Do it.”
In one fell thrust, I slid against her walls. I felt her trembling beneath me as moans and groans escaped from between those pillowy lips she had. I fisted the bedsheets, growling as our hips quickly seated themselves together. Her arms wrapped around my neck. Her legs locked around my waist. I felt her entire body open itself up to me before clinging to me for dear life. As if she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
I sure as hell don’t want to be anywhere else.
“Move. Clint, do something. Please.”
I nuzzled my nose against hers. “Be patient for me, sweet girl.”
She whimpered. “Daddy, please.”
I grinned. “Well, if you insist, princess.”
I pulled back and slammed deep within her, watching as her back arched. I dropped my lips to her nipples, licking and sucking. Feeling her quaking as her walls caved around me. I did it again. And again. Picking up the pace as her juices dripped down my shaft. I wanted to be coated with her. I wanted to reek of her scent before I left. I wanted her to always remember me. Remember us. Remember this moment.
“Oh, fuck. Clint!”
I grunted. “That’s it, Roxy. Come on. Squeeze that cock. Squeeze what’s yours.”
“Mine. You’re mine. Clint, holy fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
My lips fell to her ear. “And you’re mine, Roxy. Always.”
The moment swept me away as her headboard bashed against the wall. I heard her neighbors yelling at us and cursing our existence, but it only spurred me on. Her curves jumped for my viewing pleasure. I slid her leg over my shoulder, opening her up for the rest of me to sink inside. I felt my balls pulling up with her walls fluttering wildly around me, her jaw unhinging with silent pleasure. Her nails raked against my skin, marking me as I wanted to mark her. And as my hips began to shutter, her back finally arched.
“Yes! I’m coming! Clint, oh my god!”
And with her sounds, I unraveled against her.
I captured her lips, swallowing her sounds as my cock poured into her warmth. With every jump of my dick, spurts of arousal shot from its tip, coating her in my mark. I peeled her arms from around my neck. I pinned her wrists above her head. I rutted against her, allowing her pussy to suck out every ounce I had to give her as my balls grew empty. The room spun around me. I felt weightless for the first time in my life. I’d heard men talk about this feeling, about orgasming so hard with a woman and being so lost in her that it toppled their world. But, I’d never experienced it myself.
Until now.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
Roxy giggled. “Come here, big boy.”
I collapsed against her, blanketing her body with my own. She wrapped her arms around me as her legs went limp at my sides, my cock still sheathed within her warmth. I buried my face into the crook of her neck. I kissed her pulse point, feeling it escalate with every touch of my lips. And for some reason, I liked that sensation.
No.
I loved that sensation.
“So,” Roxy said breathlessly, “how are things?”
I chuckled. “Hey there.”
She kissed the shell of my ear. “I take it something is on your mind?”
I pressed myself up. “Actually, there is.”
“I figured as much.”
I grinned. “What gave it away?”
“Mmmm, I think it was the suit. You were wearing one of your power suits.”
I snickered. “You’re cheeky, you know that?”
She squeezed my cock with her pussy. “And you know you like it.”
I grunted at the sensation before I forced myself out from between her legs. As much as it killed me to move.
“I actually came over to ask you something, Roxy.”
“Oh?”
I slid off to the side. “I was wondering if you’d like to start hanging out outside of work, or something like that.”
She turned to face me. “Hanging out?”
I propped my head up. “You know, going to get lunch sometime. Or going to see a movie. Getting together and bitching about clients. You know, the usual.”
She smiled. “The usual. Got it.”
“I mean, if you can handle that kind of ‘professional, but also kind of not’ relationship.”
“Right, right. If I can handle it. Got it.”
“What?”
“I mean, can you handle it?”
I furrowed my brow. “Why is there an issue with me handling it?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Dudes fuck shit up, too. Maybe you can’t handle it.”
“Oh, trust me. I can handle it.”
“So, if you can handle it and I can handle it, then why don’t we go ahead and get it handled.”
I blinked. “Is that a ‘yes’?”
She giggled. “It’s not a ‘no.’”
I narrowed my eyes playfully. “You’re one strange little woman, you know that?”
She bopped my nose with her fingertip. “And you like it, don’t even try to deny.”
“Maybe a smidge.”
“Oh, yeah. Because this was totally