Bedding the Bad Boy (Bad Boys of Football Book 1) by Clementine Roux, Penelope Silva Page A

be told twice. I let my lips, tongue, and hands do the talking for me. 
    A long, slow moan told me she liked it.
    I let my tongue follow the soft contours of her curves, starting at her neck, over to her shoulder while my hands slid up and down her body, teasing her until she shivered with pleasure. She was melting in my hands and I loved it.
    Writhing under my touch, Isla shifted her hips, swaying them from side-to-side, her breathing becoming heavier. I could have watched her all day. She wanted me. I knew I’d get her there, but never thought about how hot she would look and feel when I did. Her skin was like silk -- something someone would be willing to pay a high price to get close to. Her hair was soft and silken.
    It was time for more. The clothes would have to go. and fast. I already had her dress up over her beautiful breasts covered by a red, lacy bra. It was begging to be removed, so I obliged. Lifting her back into an arch and bursting her bra open with a quick flip of the fingers, I proved how much of an expert I was in that department.
    Her full, firm breasts bounced out, begging me to taste them. Isla gasped at my swift movement, but didn’t resist. I had to have them in my mouth. Flicking my long tongue in and out of my mouth, I lapped her erect nipples and worked them until goose pimples covered every inch of her body.
    Soon her hips were swaying, this time with more intensity. Removing her panties didn’t take much effort. With one of her breasts still in my mouth, I slid my hand down into her panties, teasing her mound with slow, steady ministrations. Heat penetrated through her body into mine, like our bodies breathed the same air. My body wanted to explode, but I fought to stave off the pleasure until she could no longer hold back.
    I stood up, my manhood pulsating.
    “Where are you going?” She asked.
    I turned to face her, licking my lips. “Don’t move. Well, on second thought, keep things hot for me. I think, you know what to do.”
    Panic flickered in her eyes.
    Had she never touched herself before? This was going to be more fun than I thought.
    I stood over her with a condom securely in place and took in her beauty with my eyes. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on in my life. Where had she been all my life?
    I dropped to my knees, startling her.
    “Um…” she tried, but stopped, her eyes honed in on my massive erection.
    “Don’t talk,” I said, ready to take her now. I leaned forward, positioning myself so I hovered over her.
    She gasped slightly, opening herself up for me.
    I lowered myself over her again and teased her flat stomach with the tip of my cock.
    Her back arched.
    Just as I was ready to make my move, the wall of flat screen televisions came on, nearly stopping our hearts.
    I looked for the remote and found it next to Isla’s outstretched arms. She’d accidentally hit it and turned the televisions on.
    “Sorry,” she said, scrambling to shut them off again.
    A reporter on the sports network was discussing breaking sports news. He said, “Who would have thought the once bad boy could have turned his life around? E.J. ‘The Arm’ Razor is now a family man and well on his way to superstar status once again. Congratulations to The Arm and family!”
    Family?
    I pulled myself from Isla and sat down next to her. “What the fuck?”
    She turned on her side to face me. “What’s wrong?”
    “That asshole is a hero because he knocked some stripper up?” I stared at the ticker flashing on the screen. The Arm announced he was going to be a dad. What was so special about that? Two months ago, he got arrested for a domestic assault and now he’s a fucking hero?
    “That dude’s an asshole; that’s what’s wrong,” I answered, jumping up to pull my pants on.
    Isla sat up, suddenly shy, covering herself with her hands. “And?” She asked.
    “And, everyone used to be focused on his fucked up life. Now he’s an angel all of a sudden. That’s