Dangerous Little Secrets: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Saint View High Book 2)

“This is as far as you go.”

I shook my head, getting out to stand with him. “I want to come with you.”

To my surprise, he drew me to his chest, his strong arms wrapping around me. He dropped his head so his cheek pressed against mine, his nose lost in my hair. He inhaled.

I waited for his kiss, for his mouth to cover mine. But instead, his hand ran down my arm. He squeezed my hand, then turned it over, putting the car keys on my palm and closing my fingers over the top of them. Our lips hovered inches apart, breaths mingling in the night air.

“Go home, Lacey.”

She lifted her hips, searching, seeking, and I plunged into her wet heat.

Her scream of pleasure ripped from her chest, filling mine, and fuck, I drank that sound down as if it were a fifty-year-old whiskey. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and tight, and I was balls deep before I even realized what we’d done.

“Fuck,” I muttered, pulling out. I leaned on my hands, breathing so hard while my dick throbbed against her belly. “Wait, we need a condom.” I fished one from the wallet in the back pocket of my pants, and rolled it on.

Then I lifted her off the blanket and onto my lap, sitting her on her knees, legs spread over me. “Ride me, Lacey,” I murmured in her ear.

She kissed my mouth again, and then her hips rolled. Small, slow circles that became bigger with each movement. She was so fully impaled on my dick, I couldn’t move for fear I’d come and this would all be over.

I never wanted it to be over.

She clutched my shoulders and rocked her body over mine. She still pulsed from her orgasm, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

“Faster,” I urged her. I reached between us and found her clit, pinching it while she gyrated against me, the pace slow and sensual and completely in defiance of my request for her to go faster.

Her smug grin told me she knew exactly what she was doing.

Fuck no. I wasn’t letting her get away with that.

I flipped her onto her back once more, hooking one leg over my shoulder before driving home deep. We both groaned in unison, the angle so right my balls clenched again.

I pumped my cock harder, faster, and she kept up with me. Her fingers dipped lower, spearing into her pussy, eliciting a breathy moan. Her slick fingers shone in the moonlight, and dammit if I could handle it a second longer. I grabbed her thighs, holding her wide open, and took over the job for her. Pre-cum leaked from my tip at her startled shout of pleasure, my tongue making contact with her swollen nub. I was desperate to plunge in, but she tasted good. Like the ripest fruit in summer, her juice coating my tongue and rolling down my throat as her hips bucked against my hold. Her fingers grabbed at my hair, alternating between holding me to her cunt and pushing me away, only to pull me straight back when my lips left her flesh.

“Colt!” she yelled, her shout lost to the crashing waves behind us. She was so close, so on the verge.

“I need to be inside you,” I mumbled. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”

“Yes!”