Almost Too Far (Almost Bad Boys #3) by A.O. Peart Page A

tongue runs alongside the spot where my lips meet, and I open my mouth, flicking my tongue over his. He inhales sharply and deepens the kiss. I moan into his mouth and tighten my fingers in his hair.  
    Colin’s kiss becomes more urgent, more passionate. But a moment later, he sits back on his heels and tugs me up to him. I spread my knees to the sides, pressing them onto the mattress. I climb over to straddle his lap and grasp his well-defined shoulders for support.  
    He pulls me to him with one hand splayed in the middle of my back, while his other hand slides between us and down to my cleft. Adeptly, he rubs my opening with his thumb, getting its pad wet, and then circles it over my clit, while gently sliding two fingers inside me.  
    I cry out and ride his fingers, pushing them deeper. He wraps his other hand around my hair and pulls my head back, to gain easy access to my throat. I feel his tongue licking the side of my chin and down to my throat. He makes me arch my back even more, and then his mouth is on my nipple, his teeth grazing it, the tongue relentlessly lapping at it. He sucks on it, and I moan again, pressing his head to my breast with my hands.  
    Colin pushes another finger inside me, and my climax starts rapidly building, the scorching heat consuming me. I grasp his cock in my hand and stroke him from tip to root, feeling it lurch and quickly harden even more. It becomes thick and rigid in seconds when I pump and squeeze it in my fist.
    He murmurs, and his hand leaves my folds, sliding back to my butt, forcing me forward. I spread my legs even more to the sides, and his enlarged length enters me in one swift motion. His hands are on my hips, urging me up and down. I ride him hard and fast, racing toward the thunderous orgasm.  
    He stretches and fills me, and I moan continuously, unable to contain this ravishing need building inside. He’s all I’ve ever wanted; all I’ve always searched for; he’s the prize I finally was granted after playing all the wrong games. My Colin; my angel.  
    “I love you… so much,” I whimper between the ragged breaths.  
    Colin groans. The sound is primal, so sexually charged. It pushes me into the spiral of delicious climax, and I bite onto his shoulder, stifling my scream. My sex clenches and unclenches firmly around his engorged penis, desperately prolonging the raging pleasure.  
    “I love you too. You’re mine. Only mine,” he rasps through gritted teeth.  
    Surprisingly, I like this type of alpha male declaration of possessiveness. There are finally no restraints or boundaries between us, and I find myself appreciating this domineering demeanor more than anything. Who would have thought I had it in me—a gratitude for male control, though only in bed. I’m not only finding the new side of Colin but also the new me.  
    “I’m yours, only yours. Oh, baby, you feel so good, so hard inside me!”
    With a deep, low grunt, he pushes me onto my back, one hand cupping my butt, the other grasping my shoulder. He slams into me, his cock pumping relentlessly. His heavy sack slaps against my buttocks, and I feel another climax quickly approaching.  
    “Baby, you’ll make me come again,” I pant, splaying my fingers and digging them into his hard, lean buttocks.  
    He grins. “And that’s so bad, huh?”
    I close my eyes and smile back, biting my lip. Without stopping his sweet assault, he lowers his face to mine, supporting himself on his elbows, and says, “That’s my job.”
    “What’s your job?” I look at him.
    “This.” His teeth sink into my swollen lip. He tugs gently, and then sucks, licking with just the tip of his tongue.  
    I murmur in appreciation, while he takes over my mouth, his tongue stroking deep, sliding over and around mine, voracious and unyielding. He shifts slightly to the side, and I see in my peripheral vision his bulging bicep growing even more defined. His hand cups my breast, plumping it and transmitting a blazing