be inside of her. Would her pussy suck him in instantly? Would she come right away? Would she beg for more? The incredible possibilities caused him to stand to his full height with Spring’s feet dangling from the ground.
Spring broke the heated kiss first once Bo placed her back on her feet. She was steady by no means. They panted like marathon runners. Bo watched as she put up a finger to give her a moment as she quickly kicked off her heels. She felt as if the room was spinning from the kiss. With one hand, she grabbed hold of Bo’s shirt to steady herself. She felt free and exhilarated. Her body hummed with newfound stings of arousal. When was the last time her lips tingled after a kiss?
Spring’s body was ready. Her sex had been prepped and ready since they left the dance floor. She could feel the evidence of her arousal soaking through her panties. Her folds were drenched with her juices. The coldness of the floor cooled her slightly. She needed to focus. Hell, she needed to fuck Bo. Was it ladylike to ask a man to fuck her? She wanted rough and hard. No, she needed rough and hard. She wanted him to make her scream. Good-fucking-grief she was horny!
Chapter 5
Exhaling slowly, Spring once again reminded herself that there would be no questions, no turning back, and no second thoughts. Damn that. She didn’t want to think at all. She wanted to give in to the pleasure her body felt every time Bo touched her.
She looked back up at him. The height difference was thrilling. He towered over her. Hell, he could pin her to the wall and fuck her, take her however he wanted. Her naughty thoughts were in overdrive. Could she possibly do what she was thinking? It was always fun to imagine having a tall and strong man. A man who could pick her up, hold her, fuck her. It was one night…why not? She looked at him from under those long black lashes and smirked.
The look Bo’s little minx gave him was one that had him taking a moment. “Oh shit…” was all he was able to utter when Spring giggled as she wrapped her arms around the nape of his neck for leverage and climbed her little ass up onto his body and firmly wrapped her legs around his waist.
He was stunned and completely turned on by Spring’s desire for him. The wildcat climbed up his body. That was another first for him. Bo knew he was a big man. Hell, every man in his family was at least six feet tall. Bo stood a whopping six foot three, and his little minx couldn’t have been more than five foot four or five without those fuck-me heels she had been wearing. He could hide her underneath his body and no one would know the difference. Her small stature called to his protective instincts. But her wistful smile led to something more. She was without a doubt his playful little minx.
He cupped that luscious ass as he took her mouth again. She tasted so damn good. More possessive, more addictive than the first time. Holding her tight, he ground his cock against her leather-clad pussy. He could smell her arousal. Her heat was so intense he felt it right through to his cloth-covered cock. She smelled so sweet. The mixture of honeysuckle and the sweet scent that was Spring wrapped itself around his senses and damn near knocked him off his feet.
“Damn, baby, you’re killing me,” he murmured into her mouth.
Fuck! He hated coming up for air. He wanted her skin touching his at all times. The moment he stepped away from her, he missed her touch. How the hell was that even possible? Didn’t matter at the moment. He wanted her out of those damn clothes. He wanted to fuck her. Bo wanted to taste her, had to taste her first. He wanted those soft tits in his hands as he fucked her against the window. His thoughts were erratic. He didn’t know which part of her he wanted to take first. Her scent was overwhelming him. The thought of fucking her, pleasing her, made his brain malfunction.
Go with the flow, dumbass, and slow down before you blow
Spring broke the heated kiss first once Bo placed her back on her feet. She was steady by no means. They panted like marathon runners. Bo watched as she put up a finger to give her a moment as she quickly kicked off her heels. She felt as if the room was spinning from the kiss. With one hand, she grabbed hold of Bo’s shirt to steady herself. She felt free and exhilarated. Her body hummed with newfound stings of arousal. When was the last time her lips tingled after a kiss?
Spring’s body was ready. Her sex had been prepped and ready since they left the dance floor. She could feel the evidence of her arousal soaking through her panties. Her folds were drenched with her juices. The coldness of the floor cooled her slightly. She needed to focus. Hell, she needed to fuck Bo. Was it ladylike to ask a man to fuck her? She wanted rough and hard. No, she needed rough and hard. She wanted him to make her scream. Good-fucking-grief she was horny!
Chapter 5
Exhaling slowly, Spring once again reminded herself that there would be no questions, no turning back, and no second thoughts. Damn that. She didn’t want to think at all. She wanted to give in to the pleasure her body felt every time Bo touched her.
She looked back up at him. The height difference was thrilling. He towered over her. Hell, he could pin her to the wall and fuck her, take her however he wanted. Her naughty thoughts were in overdrive. Could she possibly do what she was thinking? It was always fun to imagine having a tall and strong man. A man who could pick her up, hold her, fuck her. It was one night…why not? She looked at him from under those long black lashes and smirked.
The look Bo’s little minx gave him was one that had him taking a moment. “Oh shit…” was all he was able to utter when Spring giggled as she wrapped her arms around the nape of his neck for leverage and climbed her little ass up onto his body and firmly wrapped her legs around his waist.
He was stunned and completely turned on by Spring’s desire for him. The wildcat climbed up his body. That was another first for him. Bo knew he was a big man. Hell, every man in his family was at least six feet tall. Bo stood a whopping six foot three, and his little minx couldn’t have been more than five foot four or five without those fuck-me heels she had been wearing. He could hide her underneath his body and no one would know the difference. Her small stature called to his protective instincts. But her wistful smile led to something more. She was without a doubt his playful little minx.
He cupped that luscious ass as he took her mouth again. She tasted so damn good. More possessive, more addictive than the first time. Holding her tight, he ground his cock against her leather-clad pussy. He could smell her arousal. Her heat was so intense he felt it right through to his cloth-covered cock. She smelled so sweet. The mixture of honeysuckle and the sweet scent that was Spring wrapped itself around his senses and damn near knocked him off his feet.
“Damn, baby, you’re killing me,” he murmured into her mouth.
Fuck! He hated coming up for air. He wanted her skin touching his at all times. The moment he stepped away from her, he missed her touch. How the hell was that even possible? Didn’t matter at the moment. He wanted her out of those damn clothes. He wanted to fuck her. Bo wanted to taste her, had to taste her first. He wanted those soft tits in his hands as he fucked her against the window. His thoughts were erratic. He didn’t know which part of her he wanted to take first. Her scent was overwhelming him. The thought of fucking her, pleasing her, made his brain malfunction.
Go with the flow, dumbass, and slow down before you blow
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