Free A Bad Man: Joey by Jenika Snow Page B

the last twenty-four hours, and she was tired of it. What was so wrong with wanting something for herself?
    Because you want Joey Bacelli, the most feared and powerful mob boss of Bourbon, New York.
    He kissed her again, harder and faster than before, and she knew that there was no stopping this. But Marra didn’t want to, and knew that if she didn’t have Joey, this building pressure inside of her would be too much for her to contain. She had been holding off for a year, making herself think of all the God-awful things he probably did. But right now all she could think about was their hot, sweaty bodies pressed together.
    “That’s it, baby. Fuck , I like you so damn receptive to me.” He groaned against her neck. Joey had his hands on her bare ass and his mouth back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her when he squeezed the mounds especially hard. He had her in his arms only seconds later, and a startled sound left her at the strength he exuded.
    “I want you so fucking badly.” He started thrusting against her pussy. Because they didn’t have any clothes on, the feeling of his hard cock against her slick folds had a moan leaving her.
    “Quit talking. Please .” She emphasized the last word, and he groaned against her mouth . Right now she just wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her, and helping her forget about everything else. The feel of his big erection had her insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from her pussy. Marra wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe, or wrap her head around it . “God, Joey, I am so ready for you.”
    And then he was reaching between their bodies, taking hold of his dick, and placing it at her entrance.
    He rubbed his cock along her cleft, up and down, and bumping her clit with every upstroke. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
    She felt his dick throb between her legs, and felt her slickness slip from her pussy and cover his shaft. They held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together. Hair was pulled, flesh was nipped at, and groans spilled from both of them. Images of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut from straining, filled her head and had her rubbing herself on him. Marra became wetter by the second as those pictures slammed into her head. Without thinking, because at this point all she wanted was him shoved so deep inside of her nothing else mattered, Marra reached down, pushed his hand out of the way, and grabbed his impressive length. She shifted so she had his tip angled right at her entrance. For a moment time seemed to stand still. There wasn’t insanity, killing, or maiming. Right now all there was, was her and Joey, and this very heated moment with lost inhibitions.
    He held her body up with one hand holding onto her ass and placed his other hand on the wall beside her head. The tip of his cock became lodged in her body, and they both breathed out roughly. “I’m going to fuck you so good and hard that you’ll only want me from now on, Marra.” When he slid in another inch, stretching her so damn good, he snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes. He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like he was losing control.
    She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full, Joey, and you’re not even all the way in yet.”
    He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted into each other’s mouths. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Marra. You’re so fucking tight. God , and so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her.
    She let her head fall back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive, like he was burning her alive. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the exquisiteness