Free Give Me More by Kortny Alexander Page B

heard. Sure, she was louder than she’d ever been, but Bo had this sexy, soft, low, deep moan going on. She tightened her legs around his waist. God, she didn’t want to move from this position no matter how uncomfortable it was. It felt so good having his cock inside of her, still throbbing even after he’d come.
    The soft, wet pop brought Spring’s attention to the one thing she hadn’t realized. Bo had sucked hard on her neck as he came.
    Clearing her throat a few times, Spring spoke in a whisper. “Bo.”
    “Hmmm.” He was too spent to move.
    “Bo.” Spring lightly stroked his back until she heard him chuckle a bit.
    “That tickles, minx,” he mumbled into her neck.
    “Baby, you’re getting heavier by the minute.” She could feel his body relaxing a little too much on hers. Although she enjoyed the closeness, this was no longer a good thing. This big man was going to crush her.
    With a groan, Bo rose up to his elbows and smiled down at her. Their bodies glistened with sweat. Her eyes were still glazed over. She was just as spent as he was. “You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her nose and brushed a few stray hairs from her face. The movement caused a small beam of light to shine across Spring’s neck, giving him a good glimpse of the damage he had done to her neck.
    The color all but drained from Bo’s face. Spring didn’t know what was wrong with him, but from the ghastly look on his face, he was making her nervous. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
    “I’m sorry, minx. I got carried away.” He caressed the spot on her neck where he had been sucking. He’d left a huge passion mark on the side of her neck. There was no mistaking it for a mosquito bite. He didn’t intend to mark her, claim her. Just claim her body. Yet somewhere deep down inside, he cheered at the mark on her neck. Every man in the city would know she belonged to someone. To him.
    Her hand rose to the spot he caressed. She felt the heated flush of her face. She was blushing. The last time she could ever remember having one of these was back in high school. It was a twinge sore, but she didn’t care. It brought a smile to her lips. In the throes of passion, a man had marked her. This man had marked her. Spring cupped his face and stared into his eyes. They sparkled with passion and concern. Could it get any better than this?
    “Do you regret doing it? Any of it?” She knew it was wishful thinking, but she didn’t regret any of it and could only hope he felt the same way. This night had been the most amazing night of her life. She had been bold. Took the bull by the horns and sated her needs. She indulged in a night of passion, and she did not regret making the choice to do so. So what if she walked around Vegas with a big-ass passion mark on her neck. It would remind her of the awesome sex Bo had given her.
    “No, minx, I don’t regret it.” Bo leaned down and brushed his lips to hers. “Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, halting any other doubts she may have had. He could see it in her eyes. He didn’t want Spring backpedaling or regretting her choices. He didn’t. They’d already flowed free and easy with the endearments. Why stop and question everything? After discarding his condom, Bo scooped his little minx up into his arms and took her upstairs to his bedroom.
     

 

     
     

Chapter 6
     
     

    Bo waited until the shower temperature was perfect before he went back into the bedroom to once again pick Spring up. Everything he had done with her was so out of character for him it was almost scary. Whenever he was on the road and wanted to fuck a woman, he never took her back to his real hotel suite. There was always another one they used. He didn’t cuddle with them or carry them around the room. Hell, he rarely carried on much of a conversation with them. What was the point? Those women only wanted to use him simply because of who he was. Bragging rights. The lure of it