HIS BABY TO BEAR - 6

HIS BABY TO BEAR - SIX

Libby exclaimed as his warm, soft lips met hers in a hungry kiss, leaving any semblance of modesty outside the cabin. She was aware that she should have backed up, smacked, and shouted at him, but it wasn't what she desired.

Regardless of what her reasoning brain told her, the irrational half of her was already completely lost in that beautiful kiss.

Her resistance gave way to equal longing as her hands drew him closer by the front of his shirt. He obliged willingly, rising from his hunches and bringing her to her feet with him.

She had no idea he was so tall. Sure, she knew he was large; she'd noticed it even when they were avoiding bullets and trying not to have any more wounds in their bodies, but she hadn't thought he was that big.

Libby felt insignificant in comparison to him. But it's a sexy, appealing one. He towered above her, and his light blue eyes, almost ghostly in their brightness, took her in for a fraction of a second before diving down again, his mouth seeking hers.

She could raise an objection. She could have said no, and she had no doubt that this man who appeared to be built of steel and concrete would have respected her desires right away. She, on the other hand, was fiercely opposed.

The day's horrors evaporated as she placed her arms around his neck and kissed him, virtually clinging to him as if she needed it to breathe. Jerome's hand went down her neck and back, tracing the curvature of her spine until both of his hands were on her hips, pushing her in closer. She whimpered softly as she snuggled herself against his big, sculpted physique, his sheer firmness surprising her.

Through the heavy black camouflage clothes, she could feel every thick dip and flat plane of his body. Curiosity pulling her ahead, and the nagging desire to put everything behind her, she yanked at the bottom of his shirt and lifted the edge of it.

As he threw the erroneous ball.

His eyes glowed with desire... She'd never felt more desired in her life. With Libby's cry, he gripped her ass and hoisted her easily, pushing her to wrap her arms around his waist. His tongue was again on hers as he pushed her to the table's edge, sweeping the takeout containers and her jacket away. She bit and nipped at him like an adolescent who'd never been kissed before, her tongue lapping against his in an all-consuming desperation to be closer to him.

Her hands stroked their way down his chest and abs, loving the magnate.

Jerome tickled her with his stubble as he kissed a line down her neck. As he hooked his fingers between two buttons on her top and ripped, buttons flew everywhere, a low growl resonated at the back of his throat.

"Hey!" she objected gently as he slipped the creamy shirt over her shoulders, but her words quickly went to moans as he drew down one bra strap, exposing her breast, and sucked her nipple into his lips.

"What?" He teasingly circled his tongue around the sensitive nub, making her squirm in his hands."

As she pulled herself closer to him, she could only emit a squeak and a begging sound.

When it came to Jerome, any modesty she had ever felt around men was completely gone; she got what she wanted, and right now she was curious to see if his cock matched the perfection of his rest of his physique.

When she pushed his jeans down his hips, precisely when Jerome quickly undid the clasp on her bra and took it off of her, she was greeted with confirmation that he wasn't all words and no substance. Her fingers closed reflexively around the thick base of his big cock, gently caressing it up and down and feeling the bulging veins beneath her fingertips as she ran her hand over it.

"Shit, you're huge," she cursed, as she often does.

Today, on the other hand, was a day of firsts. Being shot at. High-rise skyscraper abseiling. She was fucking a guy she'd never met before. Beware, a new Libby has arrived in town.

"I warned you," he broke down, his voice breaking. "I never, ever lie."

"God, you're so full of yourself," she groaned as he kissed the delicate flesh between her breasts and pushed her back against the table.

Jerome unfastened her pants and yanked them off, along with her panties and boots, displaying her chocolate body to his ravenous gaze in all its curvaceous splendor.

She anticipated to feel shy, maybe a little awkward, but she didn't. Rather than shrinking, she opened her legs, showing her smell and obvious desire.

"You're going to be full of me, honey," he smirked devilishly.

Libby bit her lower lip and lowered her lashes to stare at him. He ripped off his pants. Jerome was the perfect example of a man she would never mess over. Arrogant, tough, and impossibly difficult. He's a nasty kid. She examined the dark loops of a tattoo that ran up his left arm and across his left pec, distorting and transforming into other tattoos she couldn't wait to see.

Only then did she see that the wound on his arm, which had earlier left a severe graze, was almost healed.

For a little period, she scowled, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how he could have healed so swiftly. When he seized her hips and brought her to him on the table, all of it was forgotten.

He licked his tiny, enticing lips like an animal preparing to pounce, his eyes brimming with hunger.

Her breath caught in her throat this time, but she didn't mind.

As the broad head of his cock rubbed against her wet slit, the last small voice of sense squeaked something about protection, but it was utterly lost under the scream of pleasure as he pushed in for the first time. She was on her way to take the medication. STDs weren't meant to be carried by dangerous special operatives, right?

Any sense she had evaporated as he drew back a little before thrusting further, slicing her across his width.

She murmured, "Fvck," as she ran out of oxygen to scream.

"I'll," he murmured, chuckling and leaning in closer to her, arms on each side.

She spotted the same hard lines on his face she'd admired on that damned rooftop, and she couldn't tear her attention away from them this time. He slammed into her slowly but violently, causing her to grasp her thighs to keep from slipping too far. Her cries became a cacophony of squeals, screams, and little purrs as he worked himself deeper and deeper, causing her back to arch and her nails to scratch down his sides and chest.

He was overjoyed. He was unlike any man she'd ever met, the type of man you could only fantasize about.

Raw, hard, and amazing sex, like you'd only see in movies.

When he bottomed out in her, she felt the most profound fullness. As he clinched his teeth and pulled back then thrust back in, his big balls banged on her ass. She clung to him with everything she had. I'd want to have it. It's something I absolutely need. It's incredible.

"Damn, you're tight, honey," he growled between clamped teeth, sending butterflies fluttering through her body like a demented whirlwind, tightening every muscle. He added, his voice lowering so low that it was hardly heard over a guttural grunt, "You feel so good."

It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, as well as tightening and throbbing in her core. As he crashed into her, she let out a few whimpers. He was now slamming into her with the hunger of a man who had gone too long without food. As he screwed her like it was the last time they'd ever have sex, Libby hid her head in the crook of his neck, screaming at the top of her lungs. And it could just as well have been because Libby couldn't think of anything else.

"Oh my goodness! Jerome!" she screamed, unsure why she was crying for him, but it didn't matter.

She sank her claws into his strong, muscled back, ripping deep enough to leave visible scars. She couldn't fight it any longer, wriggling beneath him as if she were possessed. Everything distorted and tightened in her as she gave in, cumming all over his cock and milking it with ragged, jerky strokes, as bright sparks shimmered between her closed lids.

He lost all restraint and exclaimed, "Shit!"

He drew almost all the way out before driving back in, deep and quick, his primal need crashing into her. And, according to Libby, as he discharged his load into her while she was still convulsing around him, he let out a howl that shook the damn place.

Both of them let out gasps and strained for air. Libby felt as if her lungs were entirely open for the first time that day, as if she could inhale all of the oxygen in the earth in one gulp. She locked her knees around the small of Jerome's back, feeling his narrow hips dig into her delicate thighs and the lovely curve of her ass.

If only I could keep moving in this direction...

A droplet of sweat ran down his neck as he smirked, and his skin was dewy, as if he'd gotten into the honey pot with only evil intentions.

He cocked his brow and smirked, "I told you you'd be full of me."