Free Wanted: A Bad Boy Romance by Maya Hawk

my sex is already in a painful state of desperation.
    Without saying another word, I
climb into his lap, straddling him. With his hand still gripping his erection,
I impale myself with him, sliding down slowly, inch by inch. He stretches me as
far as I’ll go, and fills me deeper than I ever knew possible.
    I feel him all.
    Hot. Hard.
    Bare flesh
against bare flesh.
    My cheek falls against his stone
hard shoulder as I sigh for a second. His hands grip my hips, prompting me to
move. Lifting myself up and down, I ride Titan’s throbbing cock. Slow at first,
working into it, and then aided by the renewed flood of arousal that arrives a
moment later.
    I find my rhythm, and he takes my
breasts, squeezing them between his hands. The harder he squeezes, the harder I
bounce. Each impalement is more eager than the one
before. When he releases me from his grip, he lets himself slip out of me.
    “Lay down,” he says.
    I follow his command and
situation myself beneath him. Grabbing my ankles, he lifts them to his
shoulders before slicking his finger between my seams. With his cock positioned
at my entrance, he plunges himself deep inside me.
    His thrusts are quick, needy, carnal .
    Our skin slaps with each thrust,
amplified by the quiet room and complemented with our breathless moans.
    For a moment, we’re not Titan and
Jordana. We’re two bodies filled with urges neither of us could ignore a second
longer.
    His cock fills me, the warm
friction lighting my nerve-endings and forcing my body to come alive. Titan’s
thrusts are hard, animalistic. Pain mixes with pleasure and dissolves into the
hint of the sweet release to come.
    I reach for him, gripping his
rippled biceps until my nails are dug deep into his smooth skin. Can’t remember
the last time a man could command my body with his sheer presence.
    Titan grunts, pushing himself deeper inside and letting my legs fall to his sides.
With his weight pressing me into the mattress, he fucks me with slow, deep
thrusts, feeling all of me against all of him and burying his face between my
swelling breasts. Taking a pert nipple between his teeth, he swirls the hard
bud with his tongue before slipping it into his warm mouth.
    For a second, our eyes meet. It
happens so quickly I have to wonder if it was my imagination. This isn’t soul-grazing , lovey-dovey sex. This is a fuck-me-hard and
forget-it-happened-afterwards sex.
    My ankles hook around him,
pushing him into me with each thrust. The friction builds until it reaches an
intensity I can’t fight any longer. Arching my back, I let the moment take me
over, my body writhing and pressing against his as I reach a peak I’d never
experienced before.
    When I’m finished, Titan pulls
out, gripping his wet cock and coaxing his load until my lower belly is
blanketed in his white seed. The second he’s done, he rolls over and collapses
next to me.
    He’s still hard as a rock.
    I guarantee he could go another
round or two without any problems.
    But I’m spent.
    I want to bask in this moment.
Envelop myself in the physicality and ignore the psychology. Despite the fact
that I’m a thinker, I don’t want to think right now. It’ll only take away from
the delicious guilt and pleasure sinking into my bones.
    Being bad…kind of feels good…
    No.
    It feels amazing.
    Titan swallows a deep breath and
sits up on the edge of my bed. I yank the covers over top of me, simply because
it seems like the appropriate thing to do now that we’re done.
    He turns to look at me, his eyes
dragging over the covers before returning to meet my gaze. Wearing the look of
a satisfied man, he cocks a half-smile. I return it. He needs to know I’m okay
with what happened. We don’t need to discuss it. It doesn’t have to be awkward.
    It happened.
    It’s over.
    We got it out of our system.
    “Fuck, Jordana,” he says with a
gleam in his eye. “Best sex I’ve had in my life.”
    “You’re just saying that.” My cheeks warm.
    “I don’t say things I