Free A Bad Man: Joey by Jenika Snow Page A

of her skull. “You’re complicating something that is very easy.”
    She stared at him for a second, and he wondered if she’d find that hard edge of strength to stop this again. But what surprised the fuck out of him was when she grabbed hold of his hair even harder and said, “Fuck it.” She slammed her mouth on his, sucked at his tongue, and pressed her chest to his.
    “Just trust me,” he murmured, grabbed her hair, too, and tilted her head back. “Trust me to make things good, Mara.”
    Her mouth was parted, her pupils dilated, and when she licked her lips and then nodded, he let the beast free. He kissed her again and again, hard, consuming kisses that sucked the breath from her and had her gasping out against him.
    “I’m tired of being alone,” she murmured against his mouth, and kissed him harder, with more desperation. He knew exactly what she was talking about.
    Their tongues slid along each other, frantically, heated, and full of need. He was hard, so fucking hard that he had to grind his erection into her belly to ease the ache. He felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel himself buried balls deep inside of her, but one that wanted to know what it was about this woman that had him acting so out of character. She was pliant in his arms, pressing her breasts against his chest, and murmuring these little incoherent things. Joey moved his hand lower until he got to the hem of her— his —shirt, and slipped his fingers beneath the material. She didn’t stop him, and in fact arched her back for more. At the first contact of his bare flesh against hers she gasped, and he groaned. She was soft everywhere.
    “God, baby, I could devour you right now until there wasn’t anything left.”
    She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his dick punched forward even harder when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh. Over and over he pulled at her nipple, growing harder by the second with each moan she made.
    The sweats she wore needed to fucking go, too. He moved his hands to the waistband of her pants, but stopped and started kissing her more possessively once again. He wanted his handprints on her body, wanted his teeth marks on her skin, and he wanted her screaming out his name as he filled her with his cock. “I want to be inside of you, Marra.”
    “Don’t stop.” She slanted her mouth on his and speared her tongue between his parted lips. Back was the desperation, but it was the good kind, the kind that he felt down to his bones and wanted more of. He grabbed the collar of the shirt she wore, and in a swift move tore the fucking material in two. He cupped her breasts with his hands, squeezed the mounds until she was rocking back and forth against his erection, and had him nearly coming in his pants.
    “I need more. I need it all from you.” He was already near his breaking point. Moving his hands lower, he pushed her sweats down with frantic need. Joey cupped her ass. For a suspended moment all he did was hold the big globes of her ass while he fucked her mouth with his.
    “ Christ , Marra, I’m so hard for you.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside of you now. I need to fuck you until you can only think of me when I’m not with you, baby.”
    She shivered and pulled back to look him in the face . “I am so wet right now.”
    And then he was done, just fucking done, because he had to have her.
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    It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of Joey after she spoke. He pressed her against the wall, hard, and then moved his hand between their bodies. He started undoing his pants, and before she knew what was happening they were both naked and starting to sweat. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong, not right now at least. After the fact she may have regrets, but she had nearly died, fought herself and her feelings for the last year, and especially since being here for