Page 95 of Pucking Bad Boys

“Where are you going?” I call out.

Macklin

I pluck one of the long-stemmed roses out of the vase and then run back to the bed where Talia is lying down almost naked.

Climbing in next to her, I lower the flower to the base of her neck. “These are beautiful,” I rasp out. “But they’re nothing compared to you.”

Cliché, I know. But I mean it.

Talia looked a little nervous tonight, but she isn’t the only one.

She’s trusting me with something huge. Her first time. Even if we didn’t end up together—and we will if I have any choice in the matter—she will always think about me when she thinks about tonight.

It’s a huge responsibility. One I don’t take lightly.

I’ll do everything in my power to give Talia the best first time I possibly can.

The idea of causing her physical pain is what scares me the most, and unfortunately, that’s something partially out of my control.

My plan is to make her come before we get to the main event. Hopefully, that will get her relaxed and less sensitive to pain.

I kneel next to her, continuing to drag the rose down the length of her neck. My lips follow shortly behind, kissing every inch of Talia’s soft skin.

“Oh,” she moans when I brush the rose over the aching point of her nipple.

As I drag it away from one nipple to the other, I close my mouth over the first one.

Talia arches her back into my mouth and I lick and suck while the flower skims over her waist and lower, tracing the waistband of the black lace of her panties.

“Can I take these off you?” I ask, leaving to caress the curve of her inner thigh with the pink rose.

“Yes, please.”

Rushing this is the last thing I want, but I don’t hesitate to take Talia’s underwear off.

“Macklin.” She begs when I run the rose over the smooth skin of her slit.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, baby?” I ask, lowering myself between her thighs and throwing the rose on the floor.

I begin sliding down, but Talia protests when I lift her legs over my shoulders. “No.”

“No? As you don’t want this?”

She shakes her head and grabs the waist of my underwear. “I want you inside me, Macklin. I thought we said that tonight we would do it.”

I sit up, abandoning her thighs to hover over her face. “We will, baby. I promise. But I’m trying to make this good for you. So before I sink balls deep into your perfect, gorgeous pussy, I need you to come for me. Can you do that?” I cup the side of her face and realize that I’m fucked.

I’m falling for Talia so fucking hard. And the second I get to be inside her? There’s going to be no going back. But who the fuck am I kidding? I was done for the second our lips touched. Every second I spent with her after that, every touch, every word that helped me get to know her better has only cemented the fact that Talia and I are made for each other.

All I hope is that I can show her that tonight.

“Ok, Macklin.” She whispers. “I trust you.”

While my body urges me to get between Talia’s thighs and make her scream my name, my mind gets stuck on something I noticed. “Everyone calls me Mack. You never do. You always say Macklin. Like I’m in trouble?”

She smiles. “You’re not in trouble, silly. And there’s nothing wrong with Mack. It’s just that Macklin is such a beautiful name; it’s a shame no one uses it.”

Yup. She can say I’m not in trouble all she wants, but I’m so fucked it’s not even funny. “I like it.”