Page 146 of Bad Run

“Both.” He kisses my nose, and my stomach flips at his sweetness. “If you haven’t noticed, my game has been on point lately.”

“Has it now?” I trail my fingers down his cheek, neck, and naked chest, reveling in the smoothness of his hard muscles.

“Definitely,” he murmurs against my lips before he covers my mouth with his in a desperate kiss. Possessive and ravenous, his tongue twirls with mine as he steals my breath and drags me deeper under his spell. When he pulls back, the sparse light in the room glints off his hungry gaze. “How do you feel?”

“Better now,” I breathe as he presses soft kisses along my neck.

Lance snickers as he nips my ear. “Are you still bleeding?”

“No,” I answer, arching into his chest as his hand travels the length of my body.

“Good.” Lance rolls me onto my back, covering me with his hard body, and settles between my legs. His already hard cock slips between my legs and his tip bumps my clit over my panties. Pleasure sparks through me, and a gush of arousal, hot and slick, drips from entrance and coats his shaft. “Just so know, I planned on fucking you either way.”

Our mouths connect again. Slower this time. Lance leads, and I follow. Greedy for him.

The needy bundle of nerves pulses beneath his thick cock as I grind into him, and his hands slide along my side, lifting my sleep shirt higher with each pass.

“This has to go.” Lance sits back on his knees and pulls me up to a sitting position. His eyes fall to my chest, and he smirks. “I fucking love seeing you in my clothes.”

“I like wearing your clothes.”

“I like you in my clothes.” He grips the hem, and I raise my hands, aiding him in his quest to rid me of my clothes.

Slowly, deliberately, he slips the fabric over my head and throws it to the floor beside the bed. The cool air hits my skin and my nipples pebble, tight and sensitive.

“So fucking beautiful.” Lance places his index finger on my chest, pushing me back into the mattress, then trails it down the center of my body, hooking it at the waistband of my panties. Even in the darkened room, his blue eyes burn with lust. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I never want you to stop.” My breathy confession has Lance’s throat bobbing.

“Good. ’Cause I never want to stop. You’re it for me,” he says, feeding my aching heart with promises of devotion. Lance tugs my panties over my hips and down my legs, tossing them aside with a hiss. “Nope. Not like this.” He leans over and flips on the bedside lamp. “That’s more like it,” he grunts, voice thick with need.

I blink, adjusting to the light. The bed shifts, and when I open my eyes, Lance is sitting on his heels between my legs, staring at my center.

Anticipation courses through me as he pushes back off the bed and shoves his briefs down his legs. His cock springs free, pointing at me, the tip red and angry, leaking precum. My mouth waters as Lance grips his cock in his hand and strokes himself.

This time, I don’t run. I watch. Eagerly waiting for him to fuck me with his big, beautiful cock.

“I need you. Right now, Lance,” I pant, squirming under his gaze.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take such good care of you. Always.”

Always.

Another promise, laced with love and lust.

“Me too,” I whisper. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for the man standing at the foot of the bed, looking at me as though I’m his reason for living.

“I know.” Lance releases his shaft with a smirk and grips my ankles. He licks his lips as he slowly spreads my legs wide open, stretching me to my max.

Alone in my bed, I’ve fantasized about him doing this very thing. My pussy gushes, dripping down my slit to my ass, as Lance studies the space between my legs with a look of desire.

“Absolute perfection,” he purrs, climbing onto the bed, his calloused hands never leaving my body as they trail higher, leaving a stream of goosebumps in their wake. “Nipples tight. Pussy pink and swollen. Fucking perfect.”

Lance leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over the diamond-hard peak while his fingers pluck and pinch the other.

“And all mine,” he mumbles, switching to the other side, lavishing it with the same attention as I tangle my fingers in his dark-blond locks.

Only when I’m a writhing mess beneath him does he place his free hand between my legs and glides his knuckles through my slit, teasing me. “Soaking wet and ready for me.”